If love can be measured, how would we measure it? Can love reach it’s maximum? A couple who have lived together for seventy years, and still love each other, is that the most we could potentially love someone? How does the capacity to love and be loved become increased, if at all?




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  1. Jear77 2 months ago

    It depends on how you mean measured. It can’t be poured into a measuring cup to see how much is there (despite descriptions of it as “overflowing”). It has no weight, though those aspects of trying to do what is right are weighty. It has no length or width, no height or depth. It has no measurable temperature, despite it being described as warm or cold. Even against the descriptive verses in 1 Cor 13, it falls flat, when compared to how the god of the bible does things. Patient for one lifetime, and that’s it? Our lives are literally nothing in the scope of eternity. Why would our lives, with as insignificant of a time frame as they contain, determine our eternity? Such a concept is evil. Kind? Is putting people in a world filled with such wrongs as this one does kind? No, such a god who thinks that it’s a kindness is wrong, no matter the justification. We are not to covet (be envious) of others’ material goods, their husbands or wives, or anything about their lives. Now I may not know what problems they have, but I can’t help but look around and hope i at least have some of the nice things others have. Should such be prohibited? No (provided one doesn’t go around attempting to take it by trickery or force), I should be free to drool over what others have all I want. Love does not boast; it is not proud. Yet looking at god’s attributes (at least in this dimension) he is everything, everywhere, all powerful, it’s kind of impossible to not be proud, so we have another fail there. Love is not self seeking. God made angels AND mankind; to me the entire bible’s message is one of self seeking. Love is not easily angered; it keeps no records of wrongs- this one is not true of god; it’s repeatedly said that god is angry in the bible, so much so that he will send a person to hell for a single act of disobedience. If that’s not easily angered, I don’t know what is. Love does not delight in evil… Yet created evil? Bullshit! It (love) rejoices with the truth. I can’t see god rejoicing when confronted with these concepts. Fail. Love always protects. Really?? Look at the bad thing that happen to the “average” believer and tell me that’s protection, and I’ll tell you that you’re insane. Love always trusts. This one fails too in that you shouldn’t trust something you can’t communicate with and outcomes of the behind the scenes machinations it uses to get people to worship it. Love always hopes, always preserveres. Epic fail, as the moment god sends someone to hell neither one of these is possible.

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  2. Tits McGee 2 months ago

    NO – IT CANNOT BE MEASURED

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  3. ladybarbara 2 months ago

    It is hard to say, but as I look around me in my life, the people who love me most are still in my life.

    I think of the 5 husbands I have had. At one time there was love for each, but with hurts over time, love slowly ebbed away. I don’t know how to measure love, but when it was all used up I let it go. Perhaps the measure was in how I felt after I let it go. If I did not feel gladness in my heart at the sight of the guy, then love was gone.

    I had one husband who bore an uncanny resemblance to Alan Alda and I could not watch old episodes of Mash without wanting to make sure my supply of Super glue was handy. Alan Alda’s quips and jokes were so like those of my ex husband. I guess the measure of that love was that I still had energy on seeing Alan Alda. I watched old Mash reruns with Immortal Pirate a few nights ago and noticed all the energy of whatever I once felt was gone.

    One of my husbands had a voice like Rush Limbaugh and the sound of Rush Limbaugh on the radio will make me turn the damned thing off. I have nothing but hate for that ex husband. But hate is still “energy” and any “energy” is love, although it is feeling like hate.

    My very first husband later on (15 years after I ran away) became a serial killer on Death Row. Even though I remarried and life went on for me, this guy’s mother was still in my life and I still had contact with the guy. I was there for his execution. I watched — dry eyed— as he died. I had him cremated and scattered at sea. Then I went home to my then husband (my late husband) and remarried him and stayed with him until he died. When I think of that first husband and our high school days, my eyes flood with tears. I cannot measure the love, but oddly it is still there.

    Then there is the love I have for my late and last husband. I loved him for 50 years, even when we were both married to other people. He was clownish and made me laugh every day. There was always something he had said that would make me laugh. The memory of him is always something that would make laughter spring to my heart. When I think of him, I smile. That is a love I cannot measure. His last words as he died were, “I love you, Sylvia!!!” That clown!!! But, he is gone and there are only memories. That love cannot be measured. No matter who else I was married to, Lowell Henry could always make me laugh and flood my heart with love.

    How much do I love Immortal Pirate? I would lay down my life for him. When I walk into the room and see him, my heart lights up like a Christmas tree. Love cannot be measured, but I sure have a lot of love for my Pirate.

    Life has many chapters and each chapter has it’s measure of love. Some overlap. You can love more than one person at a time. Love has no bounds. The more people you love, the more love there is. You are like a fountain filling up and spilling over with love. You are an endless waterfall.

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      Scarlett2 2 months ago

      @ladybarbara This was very enjoyable to read. Oh my, I agree, I wouldn’t be able to tolerate rush’s voice. I know what you mean, tho. When I look back, I think I never really felt love for my first husband who is also the father of my children. I think that was a needy, codependent thing that was very unhealthy. I did feel love for my second husband, but it was more like a friend love. Now I am with someone who I feel much like you describe with Lowell Henry.

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      • ladybarbara 2 months ago

        @Scarlett2 We get better with age and experience.
        I got pregnant from a member of a band I chased as a teenager the guy wrote songs, but would not marry me.
        In a panic and pregnant, I married my high school sweetheart and that marriage lasted 20 minutes!!! 20 minutes!!! His mother said she was going to annul our marriage license. I ran back home, still pregnant. This guy went into the Army and served in Vietnam, came home and became a child molester, in and out of prison, then began to murder, murdered 44 boys, went to prison and Death Row, was executed in 1996, and I had his body cremated to get rid of everything he was. While he had his evil life, I had gone on with my life and married, remarried, and remarried, then remarried again.

        Still pregnant and still a teen, I married a next door neighbor guy, who said, “I’ll marry you, but I don’t love you and never will. When I do fall in love with someone, I expect you to set me free.” We had a loveless marriage and a second son. He fell in love and I let go of him. I think our first marriages are just because we want to get our adult lives started.

        Husband #3 was that Alan Alda type, but he was a womanizer executive of Hewlett Packard that couldn’t stop boinking his secretaries and after thousands of heartbreaking hurts, I super glued his dick to his leg and walked away.

        Husband #4 was that original father of my first son. I did not love him, but I wanted my oldest son to know his real father. Our relationship was like throwing gasoline on a fire. We hated each other!!! I got out before one of us killed the other. Our son ran away to China to get far away from the drama.

        I took a year to get to know myself and my childhood crush still loved me. We had both been through tough marriages. We decided that we get along so well and made each other laugh, best friends, we got married. That was Lowell Henry, my 5th husband. He understood me and understood when I paused our marriage for a month to go to a prison and attend to the execution of my first husband. Then we remarried, just to make sure our marriage was legal. Marrying for love — real love — is the best!!! It was the first time I married for love. After he died, it took me 7 years of grieving before I found Immortal Pirate.

        We will never marry. I am finished. Immortal Pirate had told @Chantarella that he did not intend to ever be my 6th husband —— and he is a man of his word. That is what I admire most about Immortal Pirate. He is a man of few words and I can always trust that he means what he says. Love and trust is a wonderful combination.

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