In the Wilhelm translation of the I-Ching, in the hexagram of “Grace,” there’s a line that always fascinated me.
Love is the content, justice the form.
I’m probably paraphrasing that, but am too dulled out from the Big Apple Cold Snap of 2009 to go look it up.
Love is the content, justice the form.
I’ve written a lot about justice, about social justice, about accountability for the crooks who stole power in the US, all that.
Haven’t written a lot about love, though, about why justice has anything to do with love. What it is we’re trying to create in our culture, our society, our government, that we can love? Hard to even imagine loving anything right now about our laws and how they are enforced, about politicians, the media, so hard to see through the “chatter” of our corporate run discourse what is really going on, what there is to love.
And why is it, I wonder, that I can be so moved in my heart by love, by caring about my neighbors, my brothers, my sisters, and then someone says something hateful or does something destructive and that bright light of love is so easily overshadowed and replaced by pain and rage?
Love is the content, justice the form.
And why is it, I wonder, that such a seemingly small thing as that bright point of love, surrounded too often in a sea of hatred and destructiveness, why does it keep returning just as I despair of ever feeling it again? How can something be that strong, so strong against even annihilation, destruction?