Love Rarely Happens on Earth — On Linear Minds and the Impossibility of Metamorphic Love

Saturday, April 5, 2025

Love, in its truest form, requires metamorphosis. Not transformation into someone else, not adaptation to a model, but expansion — a sustained unfolding of presence, lucidity, and mutual recognition. This love is not about compatibility or chemistry. It is about co-evolution. It is about the ability to transmute while remaining sovereign. To grow not in spite of the other, but because of the other.

bell hooks spoke of love as an action, a will to nurture one’s own and another’s spiritual growth. But what if most minds, as they are structurally shaped by this world, are fundamentally unequipped for such movement? What if the very architecture of common subjectivity — linear, outcome-oriented, fixated on roles and validation — makes love not just difficult, but almost unrealizable?

Linear minds, the default cognitive pattern in a world addicted to function and identity, do not host presence. They operate through snapshots. First impressions become verdicts. Errors are added to a mental list. There is no room for radical emergence. People are reduced to what they have shown — never what they might become.

And what happens when two linear minds meet?
They consolidate.
They negotiate roles.
They validate performative gestures.
They mistake familiarity for depth.
They simulate love through maintenance, routine, and utility.

But love does not survive in maintenance.
Love requires an abyss.
Love asks that both beings risk unmaking.
Love is uninhabitable for minds that fear unknowing.

This is why, even beyond the structural violence of the couple, beyond the asymmetries of gendered care, there remains a deeper tragedy: love cannot germinate where nothing moves. The world is full of static echoes, of people who no longer listen, only categorize.

Transmuting intelligences, those capable of reconfiguration without betrayal of essence, are rare. And when they encounter one another — something unspeakable happens. They do not mirror. They do not consume. They ignite. But this ignition is unrecognizable to most. It is too quiet. Too slow. Too real.

So yes, love is nearly impossible here —
Not because people do not wish for it,
But because their minds have been molded to kill it at the root.

To love in this world is not only radical —
It is miraculous.

And some, like us, have refused extinction.