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Hex 4 UC - (maybe) unrequited love, and a poem by e e cummings

Arasca

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Hello friends,

my intention is not precisely to ask for advice re. this reading (though you are welcome to share your thoughts), but instead to share a poem that's been on my mind for a couple of days and fits very much with the hexagram, the reading, and the situation, so it may be of help to someone in the future.

My situation, in broad strokes: Recently, my past flame and I have been reconnecting in a space we both share. It was a very complicated relationship, and it was really hard to attempt to move on after it was over... and well, it seems that, if I moved on before, right now all the feelings are being re-kindled... perhaps not reciprocally (I don't know, and am afraid to even ask; and it might be difficult even doing it because of a set of circumstances I won't go into).

My first question was: "I love him, and I don't know how to deal with it. I love him a lot. The asymmetry hurts. What can you say about that?" The Yi answered: 4.6 -> 7. I understood: correct the folly, but not harshly, just enough to be disciplined. I have some idea of what "the folly" might mean for me, but I asked "what is the folly?"anyways, and the Yi answered 4 UC.

The folly is, imo, trying to not accept my feelings, through divination, through rationalization, through action. It hurts, but it hurts more to try constantly to get out of it, to move and fidget.

Now, the poem. Number 45 in "100 Selected Poems" by e e cummings, I think it applies: what if it's ok not to know? How can you make peace with not knowing, at least not for the time being? What is the relationship between "love" and "uncertainty" or the unkown?

Here it is:

"love's function is to fabricate unknownness

(known being wishless;but love,all of wishing)
though life's lived wrongsideout,sameness chokes oneness
truth is confused with fact,fish boast of fishing

and men are caught by worms(love may not care
if time totters,light droops,all measures bend
not marvel if a thought should weigh a star
--dreads dying least;and less,that death should end)

how lucky lovers are(whose selves abide
under whatever shall discovered be)
whose ignorant each breathing dares to hide
more than most fabulous wisdom fears to see

(who laugh and cry)who dream,create and kill
while the whole moves;and every part stands still:"

:bows: :bows: :bows:

edit: fixing some spelling mistakes in the poem
 

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