If one is open to love then is one seeking love? If one is open to love then will one find love?

In the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy –  a character named “Prak,” who “knows all that is true,” confirms that 42 is indeed The Answer to the Ultimate question – (The Ultimate question was What is 6 x 9 – which was the answer to the question What is the meaning of life 6 x 9 = 42),

The joke goes:
“What do you get if you multiply six by nine?”
“Six by nine. Forty two.”
“That’s it. That’s all there is.”
“I always thought something was fundamentally wrong with the universe”

Of course thier is another possibility, that there is nothing wrong with the universe as it is but something wrong with our math (how we measure).

I wonder if that is the same as our questions about Love? Love is often given as the answer as to the meaning of Life and or Love = Life…. What if Love = 42….  and all the messy parts of life, at some perspective is also always only Love?

In the Hitchhiker Guide the problem wasn’t in the universe or the math but that if the Answer and The Ultimate Question was  known in the same universe, they would cancel each other out and take the Universe with them, to be replaced by something even more bizarre and that it may have already happened.

I often wonder if their might not be some truth to that 🙂 There is a Buddhist thought that that for those who have completed their task, found thier question to thier answer… become no more….

I’ve always like Five for Fighting’s song the Riddle

There was a man back in ninety-five
Whose heart ran out of summers
But before he died, I asked him
Wait, what’s the sense in life?
Come over me, come over me?

He said, son why you got to sing that tune?
Catch a Dylan song or some eclipse of the moon?
Let an angel swing and make you swoon
Then you will see, you will see

Then he said, here’s a riddle for you
Find the answer, there’s a reason for the world
You and I

Picked up my kid from school today
Did you learn anything?
‘Cause in the world today
You can’t live in a castle far away
Now talk to me, come talk to me

He said, dad I’m big, but we’re smaller than small
In the scheme of things, well we’re nothing at all
Still every mother’s child sings a lonely song
So play with me, come play with me

And hey dad, here’s a riddle for you
Find the answer, there’s a reason for the world
You and I?

I said, son for all I’ve told you
When you get right down to the
Reason for the world who am I?

There are secrets that we still have left to find
There have been mysteries from the beginning of time
There are answers we’re not wise enough to see
He said, you looking for a clue?
I love you free

The batter swings and the summer flies
As I look into my angel’s eyes
A song plays on while the moon is hiding over me
Something comes over me

I guess we’re big and I guess we’re small
If you think about it man you know we got it all
‘Cause we’re all we got on this bouncing ball
And I love you free, I love you freely

Here’s a riddle for you
Find the answer, there’s a reason for the world
You and I

I Love you free… and if I can love myself as I love others… I love me free…