Love, it's a revolution of thought.

We spend so much of our time on this Earth trapped in invisible boxes of our own making, not to mention the boxes created by societal norms, religion, biological differences, etc. To break free of our glass prisons seems like it would be easy...

"But there would be so much broken glass, wouldn't we get cut?"

So we don't break through anything and we watch the world from behind clear barriers of shame, pain, regret, fear, anxiety, hate, et al, even though all we need to do is to shatter the illusion of safety these boxes afford us. 

If put another way, the bracketed dates of a person's life printed in an obituary or in a wikipedia article is an easy concept to understand and accept. But, it becomes difficult to grasp when you realize that at some point, everyone you know, everyone you love, including yourself, will have that final parenthetical mark closing off their years - the warm embrace of a simple punctuational curve that denotes the finality of your last breath. 

In that vein, toss aside grudges and hatreds that you hold on to. Open yourself to a new experience of love.

The Beatles, in their one of their trippier moments, gave us this:

"We were talking about the space between us all
And the people who hide themselves behind a wall of illusion
Never glimpse the truth, then it's far too late, when they pass away
We were talking about the love we all could share
When we find it, to try our best to hold it there with our love
With our love, we could save the world, if they only knew"



There are some obvious references to Hindu/Buddhist spirituality in the song, though these references transcend the experience of one particular world religion. The "veil of māyā" translates to the veil of illusion/delusion that plagues humankind's experience. We're wrapped up in a virtual matrix (not to be confused with the very literal matrix of The Matrix movies) of desires, feelings and drama that come as a side effect of living in a society. This is not chained to Eastern thought, as Rousseau and Sartre (to name 2 European philosophers) concluded that society is indeed hellish and enslaving in its own right.

What do we do? How do we escape? To quote the now late, great Gabriel García Márquez:

"An old friend, still convinced that art is a firearm, was so good as to warn us that it is almost treachery to make films about love in a world oppressed by injustice and poverty. I think just the opposite is true: love is an ideology for eternal militants, and the more misfortunes life tries to burden us with, the more essential love becomes."

                                                                   LOVE. It's a revolution. Try it.