A lot of what feels like love to people is when people match their frequency. It’s a lot like a radio. Countless people exist on slightly different frequencies, but if you can match that frequency, you generate a connection with others that feels good to them, and if you can make that frequency a part of your Larger Self, then it will feel good to you too.
Me, I’m genuinely not sure what frequency I “exist” on. I will need to ponder it. Certainly, it would do me good to feel understood, but I won’t hold my breath. I’m probably spread spectrum.
But Life, writ large, exists in invisible ways all around us all the time. You have never seen or suspected the life in most of the people around you, or perhaps even in yourself.
For what it’s worth, I’m drinking Rusty Nails again. If the coherence drops sharply, well, it’s not like booze makes you smarter. It’s been a boon to me, though, on balance. I can’t complain. My liver is fine, and when all else fails, I can always get drunk.