Perplexingly Simple

It's...complex. It is difficult to explain what complexity means. Emotionally, it is when you know what to say, but you can't put it into words. Mentally, it is the inability to completely wrap your mind around something because it isn't quite what it seems, or possibly it is everything and all that it seems. Spiritually, it is when life and circumstances are not quite as easy as just knowing. Mortally, complexity is insimplicity that breeds an inability to feel immensely anodyne in what once was or what now is. Complexity—it is life.

Beautifully, and in seemingly sheer defiance of life's complexity, love is so simple. No, I am not referring to the bubbly, warm feelings of emotional love. Neither am I denoting the warm thoughts of mental love, nor even our unfaithful, undedicated 'love' toward a greater, spiritual being. These fore-mentioned 'loves' are more complex than prevalent, which they are exceedingly. These 'loves' are not what I write of, because love, real love that is, is not a mortal emotion.


The love I speak of is immortal, all-powerful and unfailing; a love only an immortal, all-powerful and unfailing being can give. The love I speak of is the love that can create, in all complexity, simple peace. The love that makes life so worth the effort is the love that our Creator, our God, our Father gives freely to all. I think I shall start capitalizing this form of love, as it is divine. How wonderful life is, knowing that the most complex being ever, would give His children a Love so simple.