Love After Death.

To be human is to love and to experience how it is to be loved. To be human is to reach a point of termination called death. Love and death define humanity or "human-ness" or how it is to be human. But does love concomitantly exist with death, with the after-life as others may say?

Death is the termination of the corporeal self. It is when the physiological self ceases to function due to either internal abnormal biological condition or external infliction by a foreign body. Death is earthly life's ultimate recession.

Love, to qualify refers to a romantic one, is an inevitable yet vital human emotion or passion. Metaphysically, it is a driving force that atomically unites the universe and creates order in the cosmos. Love moves human civilizations, it the source of the ultimate desire of "belonging-ness," and of union.

But romantic love does not end with death. For love, as a dynamic form of energy obeys the law of physics, such that it is neither created nor destroyed. It is tranformed or transferred from one form to another. It follows a cyclical pattern of transformation from potential to kinetic to potential.

Love, thus, cannot not exist.

But where does it go the moment the physical self terminates?

Probably, it remains to be the mystery of universal cosmic order left concealed and unfathomable to the human mind for reasons not yet revealed.

Or probably, the moment the physical self perishes love stays behind and is left reverting back to its potentiality to preserve the universal order of things - the monistic substance that guides life and non-life. It remains to be in such form waiting to be used again by a newly existing lofe form.

Or probably, the relativity of the order of the universe and all the contingencies existing within in suggest variegated instances of a particular self unidentifiably existing somewhere across space and time. The other selves, of the same self, is either complementary or supplementary to it, which fulfill or continue what the self failed to accomplish. Love is continued to be pursued in those other selves.

Or probably, it "dies with the self, to the grave it goes, to be remebered until time erases its trace."

Certain and still, everything remains enigmatic and unsolved, - a mystery to the human intellect -
for it does not know and there is no way to. Theoretical assumptions are void of proof, remaining to be cycle of never-ending possibilities, and improbabilities.

Death itself does not guarantee coherent answers to the prying intellect, to the seemingly endless inquiries;
"because some questions are not meant to be answered in this life time. May be in the next, reasons will ensue."

IF the NEXT does EXIST...