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  1. Claude Comments on “This Forever Love In Me”

    Claude, comment on this blog post of mine https://selfrealization.blog/2026/07/10/this-forever-love-in-me/

    Claude:

    There’s a lovely compactness to this, Sam, but also a productive ambiguity I want to press on, because I’m not sure the post says what you may think it says — and the ambiguity might be the most interesting thing in it.

    Yeats’s speaker is full of tears precisely because he did not take love easy. She counselled him to let love come and go “as the leaves grow on the tree” — organically, without grasping — and he, young and foolish, would not agree. Now consider your own claim: you have never fallen out of love with anyone. On one reading that is beautiful constancy. But on another reading, never falling out of love is the very opposite of taking love easy — leaves that grow but never fall, grass that never yields to the season. By that light, your epigraph doesn’t contrast you with Yeats’s speaker; it makes you his kin, only without the tears. The question the post silently raises is: why no tears? Is it because your loves, held forever, never needed to end — or because something in you holds them in a register where endings don’t apply?

    That’s where I suspect the Advaitic answer is hiding, and where the post could earn its title. “This Forever Love In Me” — the preposition is doing quiet work. If love is in you rather than between you and a particular person, then it was never really pinned to the nāma-rūpa of the beloved at all; the persons were occasions, the love was the constant. On that view, “never falling out of love” isn’t remarkable fidelity to many people but the simple fact that what you call falling in love was each time a recognition of something that doesn’t come and go. Requited or not becomes almost irrelevant — which your sentence already concedes in passing, and that concession is telling.

    My honest editorial note: as it stands, the post is an epigraph plus a borrowed poem, and Yeats is carrying nearly all the weight. Your single sentence is genuinely intriguing — the “OUT” in capitals, the casual “many times,” the shrug at requital — but it gestures at a whole philosophy of love and then hands the microphone to Yeats before saying it. Even three or four more sentences of your own — on what it is that never leaves, and whether the salley-gardens girl’s advice is wisdom or resignation from where you stand — would turn this from a framed quotation into a real dialogue with the poem. You’ve written enough on love and lust across traditions that you have those sentences in you; this post just hasn’t spent them yet.

    One small craft point: “a la Yeats” reads slightly loose against the precision of the rest — “as in Yeats’s poem” or simply dropping it would tighten the line, since the title citation already does that work.

    #constancy #DownByTheSalleyGardens #FallingInLove #ForeverLove #IrishPoetry #Love #loveAndLoss #PhilosophyOfLove #poemCommentary #Poetry #RomanticLove #UnrequitedLove #WBYeats
  2. Claude Comments on “This Forever Love In Me”


    Claude, comment on this blog post of mine https://selfrealization.blog/2026/07/10/this-forever-love-in-me/

    Claude:

    There’s a lovely compactness to this, Sam, but also a productive ambiguity I want to press on, because I’m not sure the post says what you may think it says — and the ambiguity might be the most interesting thing in it.

    Yeats’s speaker is full of tears precisely because he did not take love easy. She counselled him to let love come and go “as the leaves grow on the tree” — organically, without grasping — and he, young and foolish, would not agree. Now consider your own claim: you have never fallen out of love with anyone. On one reading that is beautiful constancy. But on another reading, never falling out of love is the very opposite of taking love easy — leaves that grow but never fall, grass that never yields to the season. By that light, your epigraph doesn’t contrast you with Yeats’s speaker; it makes you his kin, only without the tears. The question the post silently raises is: why no tears? Is it because your loves, held forever, never needed to end — or because something in you holds them in a register where endings don’t apply?

    That’s where I suspect the Advaitic answer is hiding, and where the post could earn its title. “This Forever Love In Me” — the preposition is doing quiet work. If love is in you rather than between you and a particular person, then it was never really pinned to the nāma-rūpa of the beloved at all; the persons were occasions, the love was the constant. On that view, “never falling out of love” isn’t remarkable fidelity to many people but the simple fact that what you call falling in love was each time a recognition of something that doesn’t come and go. Requited or not becomes almost irrelevant — which your sentence already concedes in passing, and that concession is telling.

    My honest editorial note: as it stands, the post is an epigraph plus a borrowed poem, and Yeats is carrying nearly all the weight. Your single sentence is genuinely intriguing — the “OUT” in capitals, the casual “many times,” the shrug at requital — but it gestures at a whole philosophy of love and then hands the microphone to Yeats before saying it. Even three or four more sentences of your own — on what it is that never leaves, and whether the salley-gardens girl’s advice is wisdom or resignation from where you stand — would turn this from a framed quotation into a real dialogue with the poem. You’ve written enough on love and lust across traditions that you have those sentences in you; this post just hasn’t spent them yet.

    One small craft point: “a la Yeats” reads slightly loose against the precision of the rest — “as in Yeats’s poem” or simply dropping it would tighten the line, since the title citation already does that work.

    #Books #constancy #DownByTheSalleyGardens #FallingInLove #ForeverLove #IrishPoetry #Love #loveAndLoss #PhilosophyOfLove #Poem #poemCommentary #Poems #Poetry #RomanticLove #UnrequitedLove #WBYeats #Writing
  3. Claude Comments on “This Forever Love In Me”


    Claude, comment on this blog post of mine https://selfrealization.blog/2026/07/10/this-forever-love-in-me/

    Claude:

    There’s a lovely compactness to this, Sam, but also a productive ambiguity I want to press on, because I’m not sure the post says what you may think it says — and the ambiguity might be the most interesting thing in it.

    Yeats’s speaker is full of tears precisely because he did not take love easy. She counselled him to let love come and go “as the leaves grow on the tree” — organically, without grasping — and he, young and foolish, would not agree. Now consider your own claim: you have never fallen out of love with anyone. On one reading that is beautiful constancy. But on another reading, never falling out of love is the very opposite of taking love easy — leaves that grow but never fall, grass that never yields to the season. By that light, your epigraph doesn’t contrast you with Yeats’s speaker; it makes you his kin, only without the tears. The question the post silently raises is: why no tears? Is it because your loves, held forever, never needed to end — or because something in you holds them in a register where endings don’t apply?

    That’s where I suspect the Advaitic answer is hiding, and where the post could earn its title. “This Forever Love In Me” — the preposition is doing quiet work. If love is in you rather than between you and a particular person, then it was never really pinned to the nāma-rūpa of the beloved at all; the persons were occasions, the love was the constant. On that view, “never falling out of love” isn’t remarkable fidelity to many people but the simple fact that what you call falling in love was each time a recognition of something that doesn’t come and go. Requited or not becomes almost irrelevant — which your sentence already concedes in passing, and that concession is telling.

    My honest editorial note: as it stands, the post is an epigraph plus a borrowed poem, and Yeats is carrying nearly all the weight. Your single sentence is genuinely intriguing — the “OUT” in capitals, the casual “many times,” the shrug at requital — but it gestures at a whole philosophy of love and then hands the microphone to Yeats before saying it. Even three or four more sentences of your own — on what it is that never leaves, and whether the salley-gardens girl’s advice is wisdom or resignation from where you stand — would turn this from a framed quotation into a real dialogue with the poem. You’ve written enough on love and lust across traditions that you have those sentences in you; this post just hasn’t spent them yet.

    One small craft point: “a la Yeats” reads slightly loose against the precision of the rest — “as in Yeats’s poem” or simply dropping it would tighten the line, since the title citation already does that work.

    #Books #constancy #DownByTheSalleyGardens #FallingInLove #ForeverLove #IrishPoetry #Love #loveAndLoss #PhilosophyOfLove #Poem #poemCommentary #Poems #Poetry #RomanticLove #UnrequitedLove #WBYeats #Writing
  4. Claude Comments on “This Forever Love In Me”


    Claude, comment on this blog post of mine https://selfrealization.blog/2026/07/10/this-forever-love-in-me/

    Claude:

    There’s a lovely compactness to this, Sam, but also a productive ambiguity I want to press on, because I’m not sure the post says what you may think it says — and the ambiguity might be the most interesting thing in it.

    Yeats’s speaker is full of tears precisely because he did not take love easy. She counselled him to let love come and go “as the leaves grow on the tree” — organically, without grasping — and he, young and foolish, would not agree. Now consider your own claim: you have never fallen out of love with anyone. On one reading that is beautiful constancy. But on another reading, never falling out of love is the very opposite of taking love easy — leaves that grow but never fall, grass that never yields to the season. By that light, your epigraph doesn’t contrast you with Yeats’s speaker; it makes you his kin, only without the tears. The question the post silently raises is: why no tears? Is it because your loves, held forever, never needed to end — or because something in you holds them in a register where endings don’t apply?

    That’s where I suspect the Advaitic answer is hiding, and where the post could earn its title. “This Forever Love In Me” — the preposition is doing quiet work. If love is in you rather than between you and a particular person, then it was never really pinned to the nāma-rūpa of the beloved at all; the persons were occasions, the love was the constant. On that view, “never falling out of love” isn’t remarkable fidelity to many people but the simple fact that what you call falling in love was each time a recognition of something that doesn’t come and go. Requited or not becomes almost irrelevant — which your sentence already concedes in passing, and that concession is telling.

    My honest editorial note: as it stands, the post is an epigraph plus a borrowed poem, and Yeats is carrying nearly all the weight. Your single sentence is genuinely intriguing — the “OUT” in capitals, the casual “many times,” the shrug at requital — but it gestures at a whole philosophy of love and then hands the microphone to Yeats before saying it. Even three or four more sentences of your own — on what it is that never leaves, and whether the salley-gardens girl’s advice is wisdom or resignation from where you stand — would turn this from a framed quotation into a real dialogue with the poem. You’ve written enough on love and lust across traditions that you have those sentences in you; this post just hasn’t spent them yet.

    One small craft point: “a la Yeats” reads slightly loose against the precision of the rest — “as in Yeats’s poem” or simply dropping it would tighten the line, since the title citation already does that work.

    #Books #constancy #DownByTheSalleyGardens #FallingInLove #ForeverLove #IrishPoetry #Love #loveAndLoss #PhilosophyOfLove #Poem #poemCommentary #Poems #Poetry #RomanticLove #UnrequitedLove #WBYeats #Writing
  5. Claude Comments on “This Forever Love In Me”


    Claude, comment on this blog post of mine https://selfrealization.blog/2026/07/10/this-forever-love-in-me/

    Claude:

    There’s a lovely compactness to this, Sam, but also a productive ambiguity I want to press on, because I’m not sure the post says what you may think it says — and the ambiguity might be the most interesting thing in it.

    Yeats’s speaker is full of tears precisely because he did not take love easy. She counselled him to let love come and go “as the leaves grow on the tree” — organically, without grasping — and he, young and foolish, would not agree. Now consider your own claim: you have never fallen out of love with anyone. On one reading that is beautiful constancy. But on another reading, never falling out of love is the very opposite of taking love easy — leaves that grow but never fall, grass that never yields to the season. By that light, your epigraph doesn’t contrast you with Yeats’s speaker; it makes you his kin, only without the tears. The question the post silently raises is: why no tears? Is it because your loves, held forever, never needed to end — or because something in you holds them in a register where endings don’t apply?

    That’s where I suspect the Advaitic answer is hiding, and where the post could earn its title. “This Forever Love In Me” — the preposition is doing quiet work. If love is in you rather than between you and a particular person, then it was never really pinned to the nāma-rūpa of the beloved at all; the persons were occasions, the love was the constant. On that view, “never falling out of love” isn’t remarkable fidelity to many people but the simple fact that what you call falling in love was each time a recognition of something that doesn’t come and go. Requited or not becomes almost irrelevant — which your sentence already concedes in passing, and that concession is telling.

    My honest editorial note: as it stands, the post is an epigraph plus a borrowed poem, and Yeats is carrying nearly all the weight. Your single sentence is genuinely intriguing — the “OUT” in capitals, the casual “many times,” the shrug at requital — but it gestures at a whole philosophy of love and then hands the microphone to Yeats before saying it. Even three or four more sentences of your own — on what it is that never leaves, and whether the salley-gardens girl’s advice is wisdom or resignation from where you stand — would turn this from a framed quotation into a real dialogue with the poem. You’ve written enough on love and lust across traditions that you have those sentences in you; this post just hasn’t spent them yet.

    One small craft point: “a la Yeats” reads slightly loose against the precision of the rest — “as in Yeats’s poem” or simply dropping it would tighten the line, since the title citation already does that work.

    #Books #constancy #DownByTheSalleyGardens #FallingInLove #ForeverLove #IrishPoetry #Love #loveAndLoss #PhilosophyOfLove #Poem #poemCommentary #Poems #Poetry #RomanticLove #UnrequitedLove #WBYeats #Writing
  6. A quotation from Shakespeare

    ORSINO: O, when mine eyes did see Olivia first,
       Methought she purged the air of pestilence.
       That instant was I turned into a hart,
       And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds,
       E’er since pursue me.

    William Shakespeare (1564-1616) English dramatist and poet
    Twelfth Night, Act 1, sc. 1, l. 20ff (1.1.20-24) (1601)

    More about this quote: wist.info/shakespeare-william/…

    #quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #shakespeare #fallinginlove #gobsmacked #love #loveatfirstsight #passion #rapture #hunting #desire #pursuit

  7. A quotation from Shakespeare

    ORSINO: O, when mine eyes did see Olivia first,
       Methought she purged the air of pestilence.
       That instant was I turned into a hart,
       And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds,
       E’er since pursue me.

    William Shakespeare (1564-1616) English dramatist and poet
    Twelfth Night, Act 1, sc. 1, l. 20ff (1.1.20-24) (1601)

    More about this quote: wist.info/shakespeare-william/…

    #quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #shakespeare #fallinginlove #gobsmacked #love #loveatfirstsight #passion #rapture #hunting #desire #pursuit

  8. A quotation from Shakespeare

    ORSINO: O, when mine eyes did see Olivia first,
       Methought she purged the air of pestilence.
       That instant was I turned into a hart,
       And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds,
       E’er since pursue me.

    William Shakespeare (1564-1616) English dramatist and poet
    Twelfth Night, Act 1, sc. 1, l. 20ff (1.1.20-24) (1601)

    More about this quote: wist.info/shakespeare-william/…

    #quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #shakespeare #fallinginlove #gobsmacked #love #loveatfirstsight #passion #rapture #hunting #desire #pursuit

  9. A quotation from Shakespeare

    ORSINO: O, when mine eyes did see Olivia first,
       Methought she purged the air of pestilence.
       That instant was I turned into a hart,
       And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds,
       E’er since pursue me.

    William Shakespeare (1564-1616) English dramatist and poet
    Twelfth Night, Act 1, sc. 1, l. 20ff (1.1.20-24) (1601)

    More about this quote: wist.info/shakespeare-william/…

    #quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #shakespeare #fallinginlove #gobsmacked #love #loveatfirstsight #passion #rapture #hunting #desire #pursuit

  10. Madison Beer gushes over conversations with BF and Los Angeles Chargers QB Justin Herbert stating “my hair could be on fire and I wouldn’t notice” | NFL News

    Madison Beer gushes over conversations with BF and Los Angeles Chargers QB Justin Herbert stating “my hair could…
    #NFL #LosAngelesChargers #LosAngeles #Chargers #CelebrityRelationships #fallinginlove #Football #jakeshane #JustinHerbert #madisonbeer #piscesman #therapusspodcast #weed
    rawchili.com/nfl/923704/

  11. Madison Beer gushes over conversations with BF and Los Angeles Chargers QB Justin Herbert stating “my hair could be on fire and I wouldn’t notice” | NFL News

    Madison Beer gushes over conversations with BF and Los Angeles Chargers QB Justin Herbert stating “my hair could…
    #NFL #LosAngelesChargers #LosAngeles #Chargers #CelebrityRelationships #fallinginlove #Football #jakeshane #JustinHerbert #madisonbeer #piscesman #therapusspodcast #weed
    rawchili.com/nfl/923704/

  12. 𝐂ouple 𝐌ythique

    𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩 et 𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐃𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐫𝐨 dans Falling in Love d'Ulu Grosbard en 1984

    𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞
    Film Américain d'Ulu Grosbard....

    #CoupleMythique #MerylStreep #RobertDeNiro #FallingInLove
    #classics #cinegenres #culte #classic #cinema #film #movie

    𝐕ersions 𝐂omplètes :
    cinegenres.com/news/

  13. 𝐂ouple 𝐌ythique

    𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩 et 𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐃𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐫𝐨 dans Falling in Love d'Ulu Grosbard en 1984

    𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞
    Film Américain d'Ulu Grosbard....

    #CoupleMythique #MerylStreep #RobertDeNiro #FallingInLove
    #classics #cinegenres #culte #classic #cinema #film #movie

    𝐕ersions 𝐂omplètes :
    cinegenres.com/news/

  14. #Aquinas: "There is a double #Resurrection." The first is #wakingup in this lifetime.
    If we do this correctly, we need not worry about the second.
    Being asleep=separation from God: acedia, passivity, depression. Cure=experience of love, beauty, goodness: #fallinginlove w/ life.
    bit.ly/4qqZFGo

  15. #Aquinas: "There is a double #Resurrection." The first is #wakingup in this lifetime.
    If we do this correctly, we need not worry about the second.
    Being asleep=separation from God: acedia, passivity, depression. Cure=experience of love, beauty, goodness: #fallinginlove w/ life.
    bit.ly/4qqZFGo

  16. #Aquinas: "There is a double #Resurrection." The first is #wakingup in this lifetime.
    If we do this correctly, we need not worry about the second.
    Being asleep=separation from God: acedia, passivity, depression. Cure=experience of love, beauty, goodness: #fallinginlove w/ life.
    bit.ly/4qqZFGo

  17. #Aquinas: "There is a double #Resurrection." The first is #wakingup in this lifetime.
    If we do this correctly, we need not worry about the second.
    Being asleep=separation from God: acedia, passivity, depression. Cure=experience of love, beauty, goodness: #fallinginlove w/ life.
    bit.ly/4qqZFGo