Heartbreak

Hey, boldnomad59, why don't you just log out for a second, clear your head, and then come right back?
I remember this one time, ages ago, on a community forum, when a guy using the handle edenskivrtovi posted about this girl who absolutely tore a guy’s heart to pieces. He shared this little poem that really captured the vibe:



That's pretty much it!
Peace be with you!

steeleagle13 said:Love implies a fear of "loss." 😉

When it comes to people you don't care about, you don't give a damn if you lose them.

Yeah... it isn't love because of fear, it's fear because of love.

But loving something just because it might be lost? That's nothing but surface-level stuff compared to true love.

If you love someone in a way where you don't feel regret when they're gone, then *that* is real love. 😉 Because what you're losing is your own connection, not the person themselves. 😉 😉

This might sound a bit weird—but honestly, grieving someone is really just grieving yourself.

Love encompasses everything. Everything is "merely" a reflection of how we perceive it.😕 😬
The idea that "mourning another is actually mourning oneself" isn't strange at all. It is an objective fact. We are essentially nothing more than single-celled organisms reacting to stimuli.😁
And so on, and so forth.

steeleagle13 said:Don't go overboard... if you think helping people means crying more, you're thinking about giving too much.😉

P.S. You don't have to feel sorry for someone just to help them.😉

I don't sit around weeping for anyone, my friend. I don't walk around pitying the people in my life.
My heart isn't feeling particularly "soft" today, nor are those around me some group of helpless victims waiting on my charity.
If it weren't for me, how on earth would they manage to survive?
The heart isn't some non-profit organization where you just stay quiet and do the work.
To truly have a heart means touching the world around us through the ganuće.
When you touch the world that way, everyone you encounter becomes your kin; you experience every person as a brother or a sister, a father or a mother. There is no room for pity there—only the pure joy of giving, without motive or reason, without a paycheck or an expectation of repayment. And besides, if you happen to feel compassion for someone along the way, what is the harm in that?

Every interaction with the people surrounding you, every act of generosity—even the most efficiently organized charity drive—will eventually lose its soul and become nothing more than shallow human emotion if it isn't rooted in what I am saying.
(you actually touched on something similar in a few lines earlier)

And one more thing; it would be a real shame to turn this forum into a game of "Pokémon."
I'll hit you with my "blue flame" card, then you strike back with a devastating "Sleeping Buddha" move, and once I've recovered, Bam! I counter with the power of the "green ram.".....

Just stay calm, guys!

Go ahead, share some inspiration or tell us about your experiences. You have a grateful audience here ready to listen with enthusiasm.

I am a Catholic, yet also a Muslim lover, and yet here we are, tuned into the same frequency... sharing something meaningful.

Charles White11 said:I don't sit around weeping for anyone, my friend. I don't walk around pitying the people in my life.
My heart isn't feeling particularly "soft" today, nor are those around me some group of helpless victims waiting on my charity.
If it weren't for me, how on earth would they manage to survive?
The heart isn't some non-profit organization where you just stay quiet and do the work.
To truly have a heart means touching the world around us through the ganuće.
When you touch the world that way, everyone you encounter becomes your kin; you experience every person as a brother or a sister, a father or a mother. There is no room for pity there—only the pure joy of giving, without motive or reason, without a paycheck or an expectation of repayment. And besides, if you happen to feel compassion for someone along the way, what is the harm in that?

Every interaction with the people surrounding you, every act of generosity—even the most efficiently organized charity drive—will eventually lose its soul and become nothing more than shallow human emotion if it isn't rooted in what I am saying.
(you actually touched on something similar in a few lines earlier)

And one more thing; it would be a real shame to turn this forum into a game of "Pokémon."
I'll hit you with my "blue flame" card, then you strike back with a devastating "Sleeping Buddha" move, and once I've recovered, Bam! I counter with the power of the "green ram.".....

Just stay calm, guys!

Go ahead, share some inspiration or tell us about your experiences. You have a grateful audience here ready to listen with enthusiasm.

I am a Catholic, yet also a Muslim lover, and yet here we are, tuned into the same frequency... sharing something meaningful.

Bravo!
boldnomad59 learns and realizes so much through our conversations here, Charles White11, but how do you prove it to those with cold hearts? It feels like a waste of breath. They'll figure it out eventually, but unfortunately, by then, it will be too late.
Everyone gets three chances to set things right and fix their path. Just imagine if this conversation was one of those chances for them, but they either turned a deaf ear or just laughed at us. They don't realize they might only have two chances left, or maybe one, or perhaps none at all. That’s the tragedy of it.
But, as our esteemed Dervish once said:
Only the lover understands the lover!
boldnomad59 adds:
They all endure the same sweet struggle, regardless of their names or how they identify themselves; their hearts beat with the same rhythm, and they speak of the same pure love.
But no, they'll probably realize it too late.

Charles White11 said:I don't sit around weeping for anyone, my friend. I don't walk around pitying the people in my life.
My heart isn't feeling particularly "soft" today, nor are those around me some group of helpless victims waiting on my charity.
If it weren't for me, how on earth would they manage to survive?
The heart isn't some non-profit organization where you just stay quiet and do the work.
To truly have a heart means touching the world around us through the ganuće.
When you touch the world that way, everyone you encounter becomes your kin; you experience every person as a brother or a sister, a father or a mother. There is no room for pity there—only the pure joy of giving, without motive or reason, without a paycheck or an expectation of repayment. And besides, if you happen to feel compassion for someone along the way, what is the harm in that?

Every interaction with the people surrounding you, every act of generosity—even the most efficiently organized charity drive—will eventually lose its soul and become nothing more than shallow human emotion if it isn't rooted in what I am saying.
(you actually touched on something similar in a few lines earlier)

And one more thing; it would be a real shame to turn this forum into a game of "Pokémon."
I'll hit you with my "blue flame" card, then you strike back with a devastating "Sleeping Buddha" move, and once I've recovered, Bam! I counter with the power of the "green ram.".....

Just stay calm, guys!

Go ahead, share some inspiration or tell us about your experiences. You have a grateful audience here ready to listen with enthusiasm.

I am a Catholic, yet also a Muslim lover, and yet here we are, tuned into the same frequency... sharing something meaningful.

shame we have to split up....

...but hey, it's always worth sharing

kind of like that 😳

Charles White11 said:The heart only truly becomes the Heart once it has been nailed to the cross.
That is where it is realized; anything else is debatable.

Quite simple, really.

🙂 I get what you're saying.
But who—or what exactly—is doing the nailing?

Brian Foster3 said:🙂 I get what you're saying.
But who—or what exactly—is doing the nailing?

I honestly think the question itself is framed incorrectly; it needs a total overhaul to make sense.

Let’s play a little game, just the two of us.
We'll call it;
“A little from me, a little from you”
I’ll go first, then it’s your turn.
Like this;

Try to step into the shoes of the very source of all creation.
I know I'm asking for a lot, but that's the nature of the beast here.
Now, give it your best shot: try to answer the question—why?

While you’re busy pondering and trying to crack the code, I’ll give you the full answer as to who is doing the nailing;

Every single one of us is holding a nail. We nail things to the “cross” through our own malice—you, through your narrow-mindedness and petty grievances, and me, through my arrogance and envy; or perhaps by a frenzied mob, thirsty for excitement, intoxicated by the scent of blood.
... ”stand with us on the tank and we will charge uphill, unstoppable; beneath our treads, pigs will squeal while the hot blast from the vents melts our boots. We’ll fire at the rooftops where bad actors set their ambushes, lighting fires here and there... (T. Bajsić)”

The heart finds its fulfillment on the “cross” because that is how it burns away its own malice.
Whatever the Heart touches will catch fire in sheer ecstasy, whether it be good or evil.
Only when every trace of spite and wickedness has been burned away without a remainder does it finally make sense... when, in the moment of greatest triumph, they gaze upon the open heart, smiling.
The Heart doesn't care about your past; to a pure Heart, everyone is dear and beloved.
The Heart is the pure face of God who loves, a smiling face head-over-heels in love.
Anyone touched by the ganuće knows this is the absolute truth.
That is simply how the Heart is... who cares otherwise?

PS... even if it’s a complete coincidence and this probably won't mean anything to you—maybe you'll just smirk at what I'm writing—it is quite interesting exactly when you decided to ask that question.

Charles White11 said:I honestly think the question itself is framed incorrectly; it needs a total overhaul to make sense.

Let’s play a little game, just the two of us.
We'll call it;
“A little from me, a little from you”
I’ll go first, then it’s your turn.
Like this;

Try to step into the shoes of the very source of all creation.
I know I'm asking for a lot, but that's the nature of the beast here.
Now, give it your best shot: try to answer the question—why?

While you’re busy pondering and trying to crack the code, I’ll give you the full answer as to who is doing the nailing;

Every single one of us is holding a nail. We nail things to the “cross” through our own malice—you, through your narrow-mindedness and petty grievances, and me, through my arrogance and envy; or perhaps by a frenzied mob, thirsty for excitement, intoxicated by the scent of blood.
... ”stand with us on the tank and we will charge uphill, unstoppable; beneath our treads, pigs will squeal while the hot blast from the vents melts our boots. We’ll fire at the rooftops where bad actors set their ambushes, lighting fires here and there... (T. Bajsić)”

The heart finds its fulfillment on the “cross” because that is how it burns away its own malice.
Whatever the Heart touches will catch fire in sheer ecstasy, whether it be good or evil.
Only when every trace of spite and wickedness has been burned away without a remainder does it finally make sense... when, in the moment of greatest triumph, they gaze upon the open heart, smiling.
The Heart doesn't care about your past; to a pure Heart, everyone is dear and beloved.
The Heart is the pure face of God who loves, a smiling face head-over-heels in love.
Anyone touched by the ganuće knows this is the absolute truth.
That is simply how the Heart is... who cares otherwise?

PS... even if it’s a complete coincidence and this probably won't mean anything to you—maybe you'll just smirk at what I'm writing—it is quite interesting exactly when you decided to ask that question.

Just go ahead and do it. Seriously, don't even hesitate.

Let's play a game, just the two of us.
It’s called ;
It’s always one for you and one for me—fair shake for everyone involved!
Alright, I'll go first, then it's your turn.

Oh man, seriously?! This is just pure games! 🙂

Look, here's the deal;
Just try to wrap your head around it for a second—try to actually step into the shoes of the source of all creation itself.
Look, I know I’m probably overthinking this and asking way too much, but honestly, that’s just the core of the damn question.
Alright, give it your best shot then—try to actually answer the question: why?

What's the point of this whole creation anyway? If I were actually the Source, why on earth would I bother making a Creation in the first place?
I mean, seriously, why on earth would the Creator design it so that an open heart only finds its purpose through the cross?

To me, the Source is nothing less than the ultimate, 100% pure act of giving—just total, unadulterated love for everything the Creator made. I’m talking about a raw, overwhelming desire to pour out joy to all of Creation without even a single shred of selfish will or the slightest urge to take anything back for yourself. It is this unconditional, absolute outpouring that stays constant, motionless, and eternal, unchanging through everything. Just total Love. Honestly, for us mere mortals, it’s practically impossible to even wrap our heads around that kind of existence, though deep down, I think we already know the truth. 🙂 At best, we’ve only ever caught a few fleeting, sporadic tastes of what that actually feels like, and honestly, those were some of the sweetest moments of my entire life—those rare seconds where you finally get a real sense of what it truly is. It’s just more real. Life, just this endless, exhausting grind we deal with every single day.
Look, the whole point is that the Creator made this entire Creation just to flood it with absolute bliss by handing over everything He has to give, making sure He only does good for His Creation so He can lift us all up to His level until the whole Creation becomes exactly like Him.

While you're sitting there overthinking everything and trying to crack the code, I'm just going to lay it all out for you and tell you exactly who's responsible for crucifying him.

We all carry our own little devil on our shoulders. We nail our darkness to the cross—you by being narrow-minded and petty, me through my sheer arrogance and envy, and then there's that mindless mob, just a raging crowd thirsty for chaos, absolutely intoxicated by the scent of blood.
"Look, just hop on the tank with us and we’ll charge uphill without anyone being able to stop us! We’ll be rolling right over those pigs under our treads while the scorching heat from the engine melts the soles right off our boots. We’re going to be picking off the cowards hiding on rooftops trying to set up ambushes, and every now and then, we'll light a little fire just for the hell of it..." (T. Bajsić)

Alright, look. Why on earth are we stuck holding these nails—this pure malice, this arrogance, this narrow-mindedness, and this sheer cruelty? Why do we even need all that nastiness just to nail our hearts to the cross so that something actually happens? Are you telling me that we actually *need* all that evil just to reach some kind of ultimate fulfillment for the heart later on?

The Heart finds its purpose on the cross because that’s how it burns away all that inner malice.
Whatever the Heart touches is going to go up in flames with pure ecstasy, whether it’s good or bad.
Only when every last bit of spite and wickedness has been completely incinerated does it finally make sense... when, at the peak of their triumph, they gaze into an open heart that’s smiling back at them.
The Heart doesn't care about your past; to a pure Heart, everyone is dear and beloved.
The Heart is simply the face of God who loves, a smiling face head-over-heels in love.
Anyone whom ganuće has touched knows that’s just how it is, period.
That’s just how the Heart is... for those who actually care.

Really beautiful and inspiring stuff.
But hey, since you're asking, I do care. 🙂
If I’m following you correctly, the Heart exists to cleanse us of our own darkness. Honestly, we carry all that evil inside us and act on it from within, which is why we have broken hearts—and because our hearts are broken, we see a broken world outside ourselves, when really, it’s just our own twisted perspective reflecting back at us.
And ganuće would be the correction for that brokenness. It’s that sudden insight into the pure power of the heart which grants us the ability and the actual desire to do good, and once we do that, we start seeing a clean, good world "out there." Basically, if you want the world to be pure, kind, and full of love, you only have one thing to fix: your own damn heart.

PS... even though it’s a total coincidence and this probably won't mean anything to you—you might even just laugh at me for saying this—it’s pretty wild what time you posted that question.

There is no such thing as a "pure coincidence," and there’s no such thing as luck. 😉
And I am definitely not mocking your posts because I can feel the intention behind them. Honestly, it’s a genuine honor and a pleasure to talk to you.
Why does the timing of 03:09 seem significant to you?
Is it the 93? Like 3 representing the Trinity, so 3 times 3 equals 9? How exactly did you interpret the significance of that specific time?
edit: oh, wait, I just noticed you replied at 03:10 🙂 🙂

There’s this old idea about two wolves fighting inside a person's soul.
One side is pure love and the other is just straight-up hate.

So, which one actually comes out on top?

The one you keep feeding!

Peter Flores67 said:There’s this old idea about two wolves fighting inside a person's soul.
One side is pure love and the other is just straight-up hate.

So, which one actually comes out on top?

The one you keep feeding!

I couldn't agree more!

God doesn't judge us; through our free will, we either drift away or step toward Him.
He gave us that freedom; it is His very reflection within us.
Our free will is what makes us similar to Him—made "in His image and likeness."
We are the ones who crucify a God who is in love with humanity (through our free will) simply by retreating from His gentle touch.
His smiling face is mirrored in the heart. The heart is like a mother’s smile, overflowing with understanding and the pure joy that we exist. What mother could ever fail to love her child, no matter who they are? It is ganuće how everything is forgiven; in Him, all malice dissolves, loses its power, and through that melting—that burning in the fire of love—finds its ultimate purpose.
Our innate malice trivializes the world around us, but the ganuće that fills the Heart breathes life into every "little thing," turning existence into a magnificent experience;

When in the crimson dawns
Or in the clear mornings
I wander
Through flourishing fields
Where a young breeze sways the heavy stalks
Of high yellow wheat,
I suddenly stop;
And look!
My heart, out of sheer joy, beats loudly
Like a Zlatan sat srce.
(d. Tadijanović)

That joy I feel, running down the street like a boy playing in his coat...
(N. Author)

Narrow-mindedness, captivated by itself, sees only grain and dew-covered grass. But an Awakened Heart... Oh, an Awakened Heart is so much more than that... It beats like a Zlatan sat srce.

The heart finds its fulfillment on the «cross» because, through the suffering of malice, it burns bright, illuminated by forgiveness.
The heart doesn't care about your past; to a pure heart, everyone is dear and beloved.

The heart has surrendered itself by its own choice; anyone who understands what I mean will surrender in that same way.

That is the kind of heart I love.

P.S. Though, I wouldn't call the one who fills me with ganuće a wolf.

Charles White11 said:I couldn't agree more!

God doesn't judge us; through our free will, we either drift away or step toward Him.
He gave us that freedom; it is His very reflection within us.
Our free will is what makes us similar to Him—made "in His image and likeness."
We are the ones who crucify a God who is in love with humanity (through our free will) simply by retreating from His gentle touch.
His smiling face is mirrored in the heart. The heart is like a mother’s smile, overflowing with understanding and the pure joy that we exist. What mother could ever fail to love her child, no matter who they are? It is ganuće how everything is forgiven; in Him, all malice dissolves, loses its power, and through that melting—that burning in the fire of love—finds its ultimate purpose.
Our innate malice trivializes the world around us, but the ganuće that fills the Heart breathes life into every "little thing," turning existence into a magnificent experience;

When in the crimson dawns
Or in the clear mornings
I wander
Through flourishing fields
Where a young breeze sways the heavy stalks
Of high yellow wheat,
I suddenly stop;
And look!
My heart, out of sheer joy, beats loudly
Like a Zlatan sat srce.
(d. Tadijanović)

That joy I feel, running down the street like a boy playing in his coat...
(N. Author)

Narrow-mindedness, captivated by itself, sees only grain and dew-covered grass. But an Awakened Heart... Oh, an Awakened Heart is so much more than that... It beats like a Zlatan sat srce.

The heart finds its fulfillment on the «cross» because, through the suffering of malice, it burns bright, illuminated by forgiveness.
The heart doesn't care about your past; to a pure heart, everyone is dear and beloved.

The heart has surrendered itself by its own choice; anyone who understands what I mean will surrender in that same way.

That is the kind of heart I love.

P.S. Though, I wouldn't call the one who fills me with ganuće a wolf.

Beautiful lines.
Really put me in a good mood.

Wishing you all the best 👍

neonowl93 said:"I existed before there were names, or things given names;
names and the objects they represent vanished in relation to us,
back when the ego hadn't even become individualized
and there were no questions about 'Me' versus 'You.'
I looked for God among Christians and on the cross, but I didn't find Him there.
I went to the ancient temples of idolatry: no luck.
I entered the caves of hir (where Gabriel appeared to the messenger) and traveled all the way to Kandar,
but I couldn't find God there either—not in the lower realms, nor the higher ones.
I climbed to the peaks of the Caucasus and found nothing but the dwelling of the 'anqa.'
Then I headed toward the Kaaba, the place everyone turns to, young and old; yet even there, God was not to be found.
I turned to philosophy, searching for Him in Avicenna, but He wasn't there.
Then I made my way to the place of the messenger's great experience of Divine manifestation,
but God was not present even in that exalted court.
Finally, I peered into my own heart, and there I saw Him. He was nowhere else."

Rumi

🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂

Whenever you wander over to other spirituality forums online, you’re hit with such a massive wave of nonsense and sheer stupidity that it actually leaves you stunned. It’s shocking how little people truly grasp the things they claim to be manifesting.
There are maybe a handful of threads worth actually remembering or spending time on.
It honestly breaks my heart that such a tiny fraction of those visiting "spirituality" sites feels any urge to share their own lived experiences—those moments inspired by a spontaneous awe for this magnificent world surrounding us. The fact that so few people have anything meaningful to contribute speaks volumes.

Empty hearts, all babbling about astral planes, projections, and chakras...
I feel like I’m standing in a room full of blind old women, all shouting at once, arguing over whose definition of "color and shape" is more accurate.
The most pathetic part of the whole thing is how they all claim "experience" as their authority, tossing advice at one another, warning about dangers, and adopting these mystical pseudonyms...
If I had to pick the most fitting name for that cacophony, it would be: "The Forum of Expert Supines: Stupid and Stupider."

My heart aches—honestly, it really does.

Charles White11 said:Whenever you wander over to other spirituality forums online, you’re hit with such a massive wave of nonsense and sheer stupidity that it actually leaves you stunned. It’s shocking how little people truly grasp the things they claim to be manifesting.
There are maybe a handful of threads worth actually remembering or spending time on.
It honestly breaks my heart that such a tiny fraction of those visiting "spirituality" sites feels any urge to share their own lived experiences—those moments inspired by a spontaneous awe for this magnificent world surrounding us. The fact that so few people have anything meaningful to contribute speaks volumes.

Empty hearts, all babbling about astral planes, projections, and chakras...
I feel like I’m standing in a room full of blind old women, all shouting at once, arguing over whose definition of "color and shape" is more accurate.
The most pathetic part of the whole thing is how they all claim "experience" as their authority, tossing advice at one another, warning about dangers, and adopting these mystical pseudonyms...
If I had to pick the most fitting name for that cacophony, it would be: "The Forum of Expert Supines: Stupid and Stupider."

My heart aches—honestly, it really does.

What do you think is the cause or reason behind this? Do you think their hearts don't ache, too?

Laura Johnson4 said:What do you think is the cause or reason behind this? Do you think their hearts don't ache, too?

I couldn't have asked for a better response,
There is hope as long as someone can articulate so clearly that we shouldn't be passing judgment on anyone!
Who are we to judge, anyway?
Just remember those times when you were the one being judged.
Does it even make a difference to the ganuće...

Laura Johnson4, you've truly made my day! The bright blue sky I'm glancing at right now feels like it's transforming into something much greater...

Charles White11 said:Bravo,
my dearest brother Ašič,

Become people of the heart; give yourselves entirely to it.
Without a heart, you are merely beasts, stuck deep in the mud.

He who lacks a heart lives in vain,
And the passing world only admires such a hollow soul.
Rumi

The truth is tucked away in the very center of your heart. Allah the Exalted has entrusted you with its safekeeping.
It will reveal itself through your sincere repentance and your true devotion.
Abdul Qadir Gilani

My dear brother, your heart is your mirror, and you must wipe away the dust that has gathered on it. In a pure heart, the reflection of heavenly secrets will shine brightly.
Al-Ghazali

The heart is the king, and the rest of the body parts are its servants. Every part functions according to the heart's will and command, and that heart's will is surrendered to Allah the Exalted.
God is the Master of the heart; no one besides Him knows what lies hidden within. He alone descends upon the heart and takes from it whatever He wills. The heart is the place of divine unity. Allah the Exalted watches over it constantly.
He gazes upon our hearts because He has stored within them the most precious pearls and treasures of true knowledge about Him.
Tirmidhi

Hasan el-Basri once asked Habib El-Adzem how he managed to reach such a lofty spiritual station.
"By constantly whitening my heart through the remembrance of God, while being careful not to blacken the page with my own empty talk."
Atar of Nishapur

Salih used to tell his students all the time: "To those who knock persistently, the doors will surely open."
Rabia heard this, and one day she said to Salih: "Oh Salih, how long will you keep saying that certain doors need to be opened? Were those doors ever actually closed?"
Humbly, Salih made a request to Rabia, acknowledging her profound wisdom.
Atar of Nishapur

Here is a little bit of wisdom from the Sufi tradition!
Read with your heart, and you will understand the connection!
There’s no need for any complex philosophy here.

Peter Flores67 said:There’s this old idea about two wolves fighting inside a person's soul.
One side is pure love and the other is just straight-up hate.

So, which one actually comes out on top?

The one you keep feeding!

I’ve actually heard a similar sentiment expressed before in the lyrics of a beautiful spiritual song!
It's a different way of putting it, but the core truth and the ultimate takeaway remain exactly the same.

The heart holds two burning fires,
Joy and sorrow, side by side,
And when one begins to boil over,
The other simply fades away!

They truly can't coexist at the same time. Just look at how life works. Will you let those bitter, angry wolves of hatred take over, or will you let the joyful warmth of being an Asik burn bright within you?
That's really what it all comes down to!🙂

Charles White11 said:Whenever you wander over to other spirituality forums online, you’re hit with such a massive wave of nonsense and sheer stupidity that it actually leaves you stunned. It’s shocking how little people truly grasp the things they claim to be manifesting.
There are maybe a handful of threads worth actually remembering or spending time on.
It honestly breaks my heart that such a tiny fraction of those visiting "spirituality" sites feels any urge to share their own lived experiences—those moments inspired by a spontaneous awe for this magnificent world surrounding us. The fact that so few people have anything meaningful to contribute speaks volumes.

Empty hearts, all babbling about astral planes, projections, and chakras...
I feel like I’m standing in a room full of blind old women, all shouting at once, arguing over whose definition of "color and shape" is more accurate.
The most pathetic part of the whole thing is how they all claim "experience" as their authority, tossing advice at one another, warning about dangers, and adopting these mystical pseudonyms...
If I had to pick the most fitting name for that cacophony, it would be: "The Forum of Expert Supines: Stupid and Stupider."

My heart aches—honestly, it really does.

You aren't alone in feeling this way, but hey, there might still be a glimmer of hope!
Look, if even a tiny group of them actually used their heads—if they could just pause for a second and feel the level of understanding, respect, and the genuine hunger for a deeper, stronger connection that we have right here—they would actually have something to learn. They might finally realize where they're headed.
But nope, not a chance!

The heart calls, and the eyes follow.
It’s the same deal with whatever else the heart demands from them.

If the heart tells the eyes to head straight into poison, they listen. If it tells them to seek out some kind of wisdom? They listen to that too.

When the heart and soul are driven, the eyes dive into the physical world—but they can also lead us toward deeper, spiritual fulfillment.

If the heart and soul are hungry, we move toward the Absolute Whole. Or, if that's not the goal, we chase after the fragments.

Think of our five senses like five water fountains; they just serve whatever the heart commands.

Whatever signal the heart sends to the senses, they follow—obediently pulling back the veil.

Rumi