Dearest,
Sincerest apologies for my lack of letters, I have no rhyme or reason for not picking up my pen and writing to you. Will you believe me when I say that lately I have been thinking about you? I sincerely hope so.
I am writing because I have become strangely obsessed with a movie and it refuses to leave my thoughts. A few days ago, the usual late night browsing into the insidious corners of the great world wide web led me to a rather peculiar vampire film, Only Lovers Left Alive.
I will not bore you with the minutiae of the story sequence, gush over the cast and the director, request you to have a listen to the hauntingly beautiful music or even watch it. All I will share is that it is basically a love story. You might roll your eyes at me and say: “you and your obsession with romantic films”. I know – I am guilty of the charge.
Hear me out.
There are many stages of love, right? But, the stage played out in the film is the one when passion and all its petulant siblings have eroded away. What is left behind is a content state of love, in which one lover can live in Detroit and his beloved in Tangier, without the rapture of jealousy, possession and debilitating dependence contaminating the waters.
Forgive me. I am not trying to come across as a pretentious cynic with all the answers. You know me better, but think for a moment.
When all the petty humane feelings and desires are stripped away, we are left with the purest of pearls. We become vessels for love, freely it flows and ebbs. It fears not containment.
I realise pure love is a fantastic dream and the messy journey to reach such a state of togetherness is of great importance to our common narrative and without it we will lose our identity as human beings.
But, what if I told you there is a pair cloaked in immortality that embodies such love?Before I give the secret away, I will draw your attention to something poignant the lover, Adam, in the film repeats to his beloved, Eve:
When you separate an entwined particle and you move both parts away from the other, even at opposite ends of the universe, if you alter or affect one, the other will be identically altered or affected.
This. This. This. I was utterly captivated by the sheer beauty of these words and I had to know more.
I know what you are thinking. What does science have to do with love?
Please bear with me as I try to explain the connection. I am an ignorant when it comes to physics, so I took to the trusty old Internet to learn, and it spoke to me for a long while and taught me a great deal.
I’ll tell you what I learnt. Physical phenomenon of entanglement, or Quantum Entanglement, occurs when a pair of particle physically interacts in such a way that their behaviour becomes dependent, irrespective of their distance from each other. The idea that separate particles could be ‘entangled’ so completely that measuring one particle would instantaneously influence the other, regardless of the distance separating them.
Fascinating stuff, I know.
Einstein disdainfully dismissed it as ‘spooky action at a distance’ and referred to it as a ‘etymology soaked orgy’ in a letter to Erwin Schrodinger.
But, one man’s trash is another person’s treasure or so to speak.
Entanglement can be used to explain many interesting occurrences in the universe, especially human interaction, don’t you think? I certainly do.
Adam and Eve. The original lover and his beloved. Adam and Eve were physically two parts of one, as narrated by monolithic belief systems. So, it makes sense for their souls and minds to be entangled, despite subsequent separation on earth.
Now, I want to complicate it slightly.
What about lovers who are not man and woman? Entanglement between two men? Let me tell you about two such lovers and the transcendent love shared between:
Jalaluddin Rumi and Shams Tabriz.
Their tumultuous and tragic bond dissolved the conventional demarcations of father and son, master and disciple, lover and beloved. Souls so completely entangled that the seams were erased.
In their first meeting that took place in a marketplace in Konya, Shams stopped Rumi on horseback, grabbed the mount and took him off-guard by challenging him with the question: Who is greater? Muhammad the Prophet or Bayazid Bastami?
‘The Prophet’, Rumi replied after the initial surprise.
Shams probed further: “Then why did Muhammad say to the Divine, ‘We have not praised You as You deserved to be praised’ and Bastami declared himself to be ‘the exalted’ and claim the station of the Divine Power himself?”
Such a question brought Rumi tumbling down from his mighty seat onto the ground, as he realised that he was finally in front of the beloved he had been searching. After much reflection, he answered: “Bestami took one swallow of knowledge and his thirst was quenched. For Muhammad the fountain of knowledge was continually replenished with light and love, so he was eternally thirsty”.
Shams cried out loud and the two embraced, heads prostrating. The seeker and the sought were united; one soul within two figures.
Their long communions heavy with silence and thought were shrouded in great mystery. Yet, the world failed to understand their bond. After two years of time spent together, Shams was killed. Rumi was unconsolable and lost without his beloved Sun. It took him a long time to realise that the physical vessel of Shams might be gone, but his love and friendship lived within Rumi. The love was subsequently poured into his poetry, eternal verses of love.
Such a source of spiritual purification and love is not meant to be intellectualised. Their relationship is not meant to be explicated. It is only meant to be felt. Their love flows through all of us – sceptics and lovers alike.
I have another poet and his beloved in my mind, who felt that self-realisation came by walking on the path of love.
Khalil Gibran and May Zaideh.
They were a uniquely fascinating pair of lovers. Why? Because they never met. Never. Their initial literary correspondence, which began in 1921, developed into mutual admiration and friendship, and ultimately culminated into the final admission of love before his death. Yet, without a single meeting.
Writing letters to each other was the whole sum of their physical interaction. In spite of the ‘seven thousand miles’ that separated them, Gibran lived in New York and May in Egypt, their relationship spanned over two decades.
Can entanglement phenomenon apply to them?
Quantum entanglement requires that two particles have had some physical interaction before separation, right? But what if we lift the veil and observe their love beyond the realm of our understanding of ‘physical interaction’. From their letters, we can see that they regularly met in the dream world and felt each others presence in their daily lives.
Khalil Gibran wrote that his love for May was a spiritual procession towards divinity. She was his path towards understanding the self. She was the incarnation of his spiritual and intellectual yearnings. Much like Rumi and Shams.
Gibran, in a letter dated 24th January 1919, wrote to May about the dynamics of their relationship by referring to Robert Browning, who after reading his future wife’s 1844 volume of poems reached out to her by writing, “I love your verses with all of my heart, Miss Elizabeth”. Gibran, like Robert Browning, fostered deep admiration for the mind of his beloved without the corrupting base human emotions and desires.
Shams and Rumi. Gibran and May. Robert and Elizabeth Browning. Their bonds were misconstrued and misunderstood by the public gaze, yet their eternal love show the multiple facets of entanglement. They beg us to unchain our minds to think beyond the boundaries of age, gender, time and other restrictive labels.
Affected and altered through their love, they were souls exalted by their imagination and self.
Humbly yours,
S