Death. Unless someone hooks up the wires and reverses it, death is pretty final at least as regards the affairs of this world.
Realization. Without a supremely dumb excuse, such as fear - few go back and forget what they have accepted at reality. Hence, knowledge changes things, and while you might engineer a new understanding, you can't retreat. And the fearful die.
Extinction. You may witness the last ever of some kind of event. Most will never even come close.
Apart from these three things, probably nothing else is final. You may have fallen with a wicked injury, lost your cool, and come up neck deep in shame, but its not final. The weather will change. A pet will die, and another will sleep in the same corner. Seasons change. Jobs transform. Economies cycle.
The rest, from the most mundane appearance of sand on the cottage floor, and the daily sweeping out of the same, to the looping of comets is fluid and repetitive. And love is one of those things.
The non terminal has ups and downs, inrush and ebb, peace and storm, and comes with waves of pleasure for the human experience so strong that they seem to threaten extinction, that are soon followed with a cold, shallow moment that lasts seemingly forever.
People want to say that love is terminal, and absolute, but its only part true. The concept is there, but it takes a willingness to float in that tide, and become subject to a absolute that you can only see half of. Pain can become permanent, as a memory. Make adjustments for what appears to be imperfections, and you'll dwell in your tasteless, lukewarm adequacy forever. The little model volcano that spits some simulated lava, on a timer, doesnt really have the power to lay down new islands in the sea before receding from its bold, if brief appearance. For that, you need the real thing.
You'd love to step aside and see the mobius strip, from afar - but you can't. Only the view of perpetual change (which is really replication, diversification, and regeneration) is visible. So chose to embrace it, and realize that by finding in us a willing party, the great forces become harmonious. Like love.
When it soothes and severs all in one encounter, it represents all that lives, and therefore changes, inviting us to see it all, stepping away for long enough to say. "I will"
Karson, I am inclined to comment here to hopefully complement what you have written. Perhaps your illustrations are meant to look at a different side of the same subject…and I am not unaware that the mobius strip has unique mathematical properties. (smiling as I say that) I would like to add that like a mobius strip, I believe that true love is never ending. As you follow the strip, you trace the curves as it ebbs and flows, dips and bends, and you eventually return to the beginning. Isn’t love like that…true love? It does change with time and circumstances. It can become a circle game, going round and round. But as it rounds back to the starting point…it becomes complete. A complete circle has been made and entwined in the continuous circular tracings. It becomes as though a ribbon is being wound round and round and the circle of love becomes stronger. I agree there is a harmony and synergy to the circle of love…if one finds the willing party to traverse the circle and that says “I will”.
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