Finite and Infinite Lovers: Changing the Game of Love

by Gary Z McGee | Read more

grunge_road_sign__infinite_love_limit_sjpg3041“True love is the complete victory of the particular over the general, and the unconditional over the conditional.” – Naseem Nicholas Taleb

We are all scientists, trying to make sense of the love inside us. Most things exist along a rollercoaster ride of degrees. So it is also with love. Our definitions of love are not as black and white as we’d like them to be, they’re ambiguously gray and often imprecise. The border around our idea of love is mostly an illusion, permeable and ever-changing; more like a horizon than a boundary. There are, after all, over seven billion of us on this planet, and we each have our own unique psycho-physiological perception of what love means.

Demanding that the universe adhere to our definition of love is one of our greatest human fallacies. It’s as if we’re asking the universe to stand still so that we can be certain about our love in order to justify our definition of it. But the universe is not designed to match our expectations. Neither should it be pigeonholed into our finite definitions. Like David Deutsch said: “If you reject the infinite, you are stuck with the finite, and the finite is parochial. The best explanation of anything eventually involves universality, and therefore infinity. The reach of explanations cannot be limited by fiat.” And so our explanations of love should not be limited by fiat, lest it be ruled by the misconception and expectation of others.

This article will introduce a new way of seeing the game of love through the – sometimes contrasting and sometimes overlapping – perception of finite and infinite conceptualization. In the game of love, as within the game of life, we sometimes perceive with big mind (big-picture thinking), and we sometimes perceive with small mind (small-picture thinking). When we confront love using the former disposition, we are assuming the role of the infinite lover archetype. When we confront love using the latter disposition, we are assuming the role of the finite lover archetype. We all move, through varying degrees, between both extremes. And that’s okay. There will always be room for improvement and there will always be lessons to glean from them both. Like Shakespeare said, “The course of true love never did run smooth.”

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“Deep inside us there is a self-loathing that prevents us from living wholly in the moment, from living life to the full. We cannot truly love or be loved until the insect-like carapace is cut open by the agonizing process of initiation. Until we reach this point we don’t know what life is meant to be like.” –Mark Booth

Gertrude Stein defined love as “the skillful audacity required to share an inner life.” Indeed, love is both real and faux-ami. Its mysterious hypocrisy and exhilarating bouleversements are a part of its underlying essence, and it’s just not love if it doesn’t act itself out as such. Like Victor Hugo said, “love is never stronger than when it is completely unreasonable.” Infinite jest aside, in order to be able to share this “inner life” with others one must first come to terms with it for themselves.

One must first discover some reason (some meaning within the meaninglessness) for their unreasonable love. Solving the dependency paradigm is one way to go about doing this, but another way is to use the power of archetypes, like the way James P. Carse did with his concept of Finite and Infinite Players.

The finite & infinite lover concept works within the same paradigm as the finite and infinite player concept: the infinite game of life. Where a finite lover loves conditionally, an Infinite lover loves unconditionally. Where a finite lover loves in order to keep their comfort zone intact, an infinite lover loves in order to stretch their comfort zone. A finite lover is possessive, obsessive, needy, pleasure-seeking, restricted, and dependent (or codependent). An infinite lover is non-possessive, admiring, not needing, pleasure-giving, free, and independent (or interdependent).

A finite lover succumbs to the preexisting cultural dictates of love, whereas a finite lover liberates themselves from such dictates in order for love to evolve. Where a finite lover is jealous, an infinite lover practices compersion. For a finite lover love is profane. For an infinite lover love is sacred. Finite love is about possession. Infinite love is about appreciation. Finite love gives into the illusion of satiation, and always requires gratification, which generates anxiety and hostility.

Infinite love is never sated, but doesn’t require gratification, and generates little anxiety or hostility. Infinite lovers are in love with love itself. Finite lovers are in love with the expectation of what love can bring them.

1334504940059_5495633Self-pity is poison for an infinite lover, while it seems to be the lifeblood of a finite lover. For the infinite lover, love is sacred when it is unconditional; it is profane when it is conditional. Where a finite lover seeks power and control over love, an infinite lover releases control and seeks the power within love. Where a finite lover seeks invulnerability through love, an infinite lover seeks vulnerability within love. Where a finite lover loves with ego and expectation, an infinite lover loves with neither ego nor expectation for anything in return.

A finite lover looks for themselves within the love of another, where an infinite lover finds themselves in order to love another. A finite lover seeks to twist love to fit an agenda. An infinite lover twists the love within themselves in order to escape all agendas. Like Thomas Merton said, “The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.”

Letting love go

“Drop the idea that attachment and love is one thing. They are enemies. It is attachment that destroys all love. If you feed, if you nourish attachment, love will be destroyed; if you feed and nourish love, attachment will fall away by itself. They are not one; they are two separate entities, and antagonistic to each other.” – Osho
let go or be dragged

I’ve often said that the key to happiness in this life is the ability to love, the ability to let love, and the ability to let love go. Healthy detachment is similar to letting love go. It doesn’t mean we let go of Love itself (just like detachment doesn’t mean we abandon attachment itself) – not at all. It means we are letting go of the ego aspect of love (or the ego aspect of attachment).

We are letting go of the codependence, and the need to cling to an agenda. It’s not like we let go of love and then forget about it. Not at all, it’s more like we are saying goodbye to permanence and embracing impermanence. Like proud parents who are sad that their child has left home, but who are open to the possibility of their return and embrace the inevitability that they will change.

In practicing detachment, love itself is never abandoned, nor is it forgotten. It is, in all ways appreciated and treasured for the learning experience that it provided. Only the needy, codependent, ego side of love – that’s filled with unhealthy expectations and cultural predispositions about the way love should be – is abandoned; so that we can be truly present to the “continual flux” of our emotional states in relation with the similarly changing emotional states of others. Like David McRaney said, “You can’t improve the things you love if you never allow them to be imperfect.”

Finite lovers love with hope. Infinite lovers love despite hope. Finite lovers are hopeful (and sometimes even hopefool) romantics, and thus always displeased. Infinite lovers are hopeless romantics, and thus always enchanted. Like Walter Benjamin said, “The only way of loving a person is to love them without hope.” Try not to confuse attachment with love like finite lovers do. Attachment is about fear and dependency. Love is about courage and vulnerability. Attachment is about codependence and ego-verification.

Love is about interdependence and soul-authentication. The secret of love is vulnerability, and the secret of vulnerability is courage. Love is not supposed to be something owned and clung to, or even hoped for, but something lived through and then let go of. An infinite lover makes the art of letting go a daily discipline. Like Siddhārtha Gautama said, “In the end these things matter most: How well did you love? How fully did you live? How deeply did you let go?”

Sacred Love (agape)
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“The capacity to be alone is the capacity to love. It may look paradoxical to you, but it’s not. It is an existential truth: only those people who are capable of being alone are capable of love, of sharing, of going into the deepest core of another person–without possessing the other, without becoming dependent on the other, without reducing the other to a thing, and without becoming addicted to the other. They allow the other absolute freedom, because they know that if the other leaves, they will be as happy as they are now. Their happiness cannot be taken by the other, because it is not given by the other.” –Osho

Love shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s ability to let it be free. Free love is agape love. Agape love is the ability to love unconditionally, treating all things, including relationships, in a sacred way. It’s both a tending to, as well as a letting go of, love itself. Tending to love and leaving love alone are not contradictory strategies. They both work fine, and they blend well. In any relationship, indeed in life itself, it’s a good idea to try some of both, in different areas, so that each is a control for the other. Love must not obsessively attach and it must not obsessively detach, but it must do both if it would live forever. For infinite lovers it is not enough to just be (finite love), they must will themselves into a disclosure of being (infinite love). From this existential unveiling unfolds the transition from just being (and thinking you deserve love) to truly living (and learning to be Love).

In the bigger picture, war is two “rights” obliterating their rights; Love is two “wrongs” obliging their wrongs. A finite lover is stuck in a paradigm of “what love should be” to the extent that they cannot oblige the “wrongs” of others, which leads inevitably to an obliteration of equal rights. An infinite lover, on the other hand, always practices the counterintuitive ability of obliging the “wrongs” of others through compassion and understanding so as to maintain equal rights. If love is a battlefield, then the infinite lover is the one telling everyone to put their guns down.
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Finite lovers cannot put their guns down because they are wrapped up in their love to such an extent that they cannot see the love of others. An infinite lover consciously practices amor fati: love of fate. While a finite lover unconsciously fumbles around with ignes fatui: fool’s fire. For the infinite lover, life is about coming back to what one has as their bedrock, their own unique capacity to love.

From this place one can transcend any amount of pain, anger, hate, and rage, and even transform it into a gift for others to learn from. Where the finite lover fears honest communication, the infinite lover embraces it. Like Khalil Gibran said, “Between what is said and not meant and what is meant and not said, most of love is lost.” At the end of the day, we all have the energy of infinite love inside us. Some of us are simply more aware of it than others. Those who are more aware, tend to be purer infinite lovers. Those who are less aware, tend to be merely finite lovers. As with all things awareness is the key, and nothing is certain.

But infinite lovers want to know, as David Whyte did, “if you are willing to live, day by day, with the consequence of love and the bitter unwanted passion of your sure defeat. I have read, in that fierce embrace, even the gods speak of God.” The place where the gods speak of God is the House of Love. It is there where the greatest sages of history wish to guide you. Indeed, it’s the place where Rumi advised, “Close your eyes. Fall in love. Stay there.”

Changes, Reflections, Meditations, Progressions.

Happy(belated)New Year ya’ll! Good news, I’ve made it and so have you, give yourself a pat on the back. Remember how last year I promised to become an avid blogger? That promise still stands, some things just need a little time, am-I-right? Anyways, enough jibber jabber, I apologize I just never know how to ease into these things but I’ve got a lot to reflect on tonight, a lot of flowing thoughts that haven’t been aired out:

My friends, a word of wisdom that may only come with experience, there will come a time in each of our lives where somebody comes along and adds such bright vividness, a certain depth of color that we had never known possible until being graced with their presence. It’s as if our senses become magnified in their company, their life force adding intensity to our experience. And like drunken lovers we indulge our senses, we satisfy our cravings feasting on each others presence, our laughter emanating from a deeper place beyond our being, water like wine to our lips, food the nectar of gods, touch like a soft flow of electricity, our vision obscured, a warm pulsating blur, we drown within ourselves always lost somewhere inside one another…

But the divine tragedy is the fact that sometimes, just as quickly as we had become drunk off the wine of our ecstasy, we awaken from a life of illusion, sober, in a pit of despair which oddly looks a lot like disrepair. Lord! and that lush palette that we had once used to paint our picturesque landscapes is half replaced with different shades of gray. So that our previously bright outlook is dulled, the vivid life force drained from it like a rose plucked at the prime of its beauty withered at the windowsill. Have Mercy!

So what do we do? After a healthy dose of wallowing, we begin to work with the colors we have at our disposal (the ones that we’ve always had, that always seemed good enough until we met this one person). We struggle, trying to replicate the colors that had been taken away, combining our own blues and yellows seeing if we can bring back that vibrant green that once composed our grassy hillsides. And only after much trial and error do we discover that we can never succeed in duplicating the colors that another person brings into our life, because their palette is as unique as their fingerprint. So we must give up on trying to recreate the past, trying to retrace our footsteps and replay our fleeting memories, we must give up on wishing that we could go back and pick apart the days and rearrange the moments in another way in order to achieve a better outcome. We must accept that this IS the ONLY outcome, this is part of the divine lesson. An interlude, from Rumi:

The grapes of my body can only become wine
After the winemaker tramples me.
I surrender my spirit like grapes to his trampling
So my inmost heart can blaze and dance with joy.
Although the grapes go on weeping blood and sobbing
“I cannot bear any more anguish, any more cruelty”
The trampler stuffs cotton in his ears: “I am not working in ignorance
You can deny me if you want, you have every excuse,
But it is I who am the Master of this Work.
And when through my Passion you reach Perfection,
You will never be done praising my name.”

There are two immediate lessons that can be learned here:

1.) There is much beauty in the world and love is abundant, inexhaustible, and always available if you open your heart to it. Everybody brings their own palette and with compromise, respect, and understanding your exchanges always have the potential of creating masterpieces. Imagine an artist that only creates duplicates of their one major work. Do not compare people to others, friends to friends, lovers to lovers, respect that each person brings a unique and equally valuable experience and opportunity to learn and grow in new areas. Every new person is an opportunity to apply your knowledge and growth from past relationships, it anything hold tightly to these unique fragments of the past.

2.) To be cliche, the truest and deepest form of contentment comes from oneself, from within. Your palette alone is diverse enough to create the most awe inspiring masterpieces ever to be beheld by your own eyes, it is all in your own perception. When you learn to align yourself with your highest ideal of self the universes resources become more readily available for you to achieve your highest good. Partnerships are wonderful and if they are ideal they help to align you with the divine but this union can also be achieved directly. There is no shame in any path you may choose to find love, contentment, and a deeper connection, just understand that no matter what you think the motive is behind this pursuit, it is always about achieving union with the divine.

So move aside Eckhart Tolle, I’m writing a book today! I know I’ve been talking about this for a while now but it’s been about a year since I took the first steps towards moving on from my loss and walking the path towards “manhood” or a deeper maturity and self realization. That relationship was the catalyst for many polarized things:

I learned how to be destroyed and how to be renewed, about impermanence and permanence, consequence and karma, strength and weakness, understanding and compassion, gratitude and acknowledgment, confidence and humility, how to love myself and others, how to forgive the unforgivable, how to forget the unforgettable, how to persevere, how god works in mysterious ways, and how sometimes we cleanse ourselves through the gentle purification of water and other times we must be like the moth to the flame.

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

Derek Walcott