When I create something (a word, an idea, a tune), the payoff for my action is found in the very created thing itself. I'm not looking to feel good, even though feeling good is a side effect of it. I'm not looking to make a profit, although that could again be a secondary possibility. I find happiness in not merely the creation as a finished product, but in the continual aspect of creating and recreating until the end is here.
This, it turns out, is precisely the description I have of helping other people, of showing them benevolence in whatever form, whether this means my good intentions or actually practically aiding them in some way. The intent is toward the blooming of the self of the other through my willing goodness toward them, precisely the morphology of benevolence, which also results in their growth in at least a minimal sense. That is, to love another person is to help them unfold their selves, for no other reason than to unfold them (self-unfolding is an organic activity). It breaks down barriers and allows the organic process of self-unfolding to occur. This self-unfolding culminates in a returned love from the individual who was initially loved. Love is the act of bringing the other to a (higher) state of love, and this progression is precisely the unfolding of the self, which includes a fulfillment of the individual in embracing his or her values and meanings -- what it means, loosely, to become oneself.
Love is creativity. In loving I am creating (always the present progressive; there never is a point at which love is enough) the other person with his or her own ontological supplies.
This, it turns out, is precisely the description I have of helping other people, of showing them benevolence in whatever form, whether this means my good intentions or actually practically aiding them in some way. The intent is toward the blooming of the self of the other through my willing goodness toward them, precisely the morphology of benevolence, which also results in their growth in at least a minimal sense. That is, to love another person is to help them unfold their selves, for no other reason than to unfold them (self-unfolding is an organic activity). It breaks down barriers and allows the organic process of self-unfolding to occur. This self-unfolding culminates in a returned love from the individual who was initially loved. Love is the act of bringing the other to a (higher) state of love, and this progression is precisely the unfolding of the self, which includes a fulfillment of the individual in embracing his or her values and meanings -- what it means, loosely, to become oneself.
Love is creativity. In loving I am creating (always the present progressive; there never is a point at which love is enough) the other person with his or her own ontological supplies.