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Just heard Rufus Opus on Glitch Bottle briefly running through Hermetic cosmology and talking about man seeing god and loving him because he's perfect, and then earth seeing the face of man (made in God's image) and falling in love with him for the same reason
And it just kinda struck me: that's not why I love the people I love. There's not some objective measure of perfection, and the more perfect you are, the more I love you
In fact, the people I tend to love the most are quite "spiky" (more flaws than average and more interesting than average. A graph of their strengths and weakness would not be a smooth curve, it would have lots of up and down spikes).
It's hard to imagine loving someone who never made a mistake, who never had to struggle to do the right thing.
I get that perfect means perfect (so like, this god would have complete compassion and understanding for people who've struggled with addiction, even though he's never struggled with addiction himself)
But as a trigger for loving someone, it just doesn't gel with me.
Honestly hermetecism has always seemed a little solipsistic to me (god loves humans because they are like god; the more something partakes of gods perfection, the more God loves it, the definition of "good" is, "whatever god is") but it just really hit me how far from my own experience of love that cosmology story is, but Rufus Opus at least seemed to think that was a baseline truism, that you'd automatically love what was perfect
And it just kinda struck me: that's not why I love the people I love. There's not some objective measure of perfection, and the more perfect you are, the more I love you
In fact, the people I tend to love the most are quite "spiky" (more flaws than average and more interesting than average. A graph of their strengths and weakness would not be a smooth curve, it would have lots of up and down spikes).
It's hard to imagine loving someone who never made a mistake, who never had to struggle to do the right thing.
I get that perfect means perfect (so like, this god would have complete compassion and understanding for people who've struggled with addiction, even though he's never struggled with addiction himself)
But as a trigger for loving someone, it just doesn't gel with me.
Honestly hermetecism has always seemed a little solipsistic to me (god loves humans because they are like god; the more something partakes of gods perfection, the more God loves it, the definition of "good" is, "whatever god is") but it just really hit me how far from my own experience of love that cosmology story is, but Rufus Opus at least seemed to think that was a baseline truism, that you'd automatically love what was perfect