Love Surpassed bespeaks of a state of mixed blessings, a state of ultimate and extreme emotions where you stand face to face against a multitude of uncontrolled and raw feelings able to sway you in either direction, towards safety or towards the abyss. This is a place of uncharted territory where you experience love in its purest and undefiled form. Love can offer absolute bliss, redemption and ecstasy or it can bring forth the ultimate tragedy: annihilation, self-sacrifice, and melancholy. Love can lift you up to a "Higher Innocence" and absolve you and baptize you in the waters of the Holy River; thus, cleansing you from the mud of bitter experience and the suffering of regret and sin. But ultimately the act of redemption must come from within you. This is the state of love that is bold like an arrow and sharp like a sword. Love in its genesis and place of origin is brutal because it is most honest. It does not compromise, does not negotiate, and does not conciliate. It is one with the truth, the ultimate certainty, and nothing more. This is the love that hurts because it cures. It offends because it exposes shortcomings. It sees all because it penetrates to the depths of the soul and supersedes our innermost thoughts, feelings and intentions before they become influenced by our Machiavellian reality. Surpassed love is a state where you encounter the Absolute, the extreme, and the most punishing of emotions. This is where you meet "Almustafa and Los," and they may speak to you if you are worthy of this gift. They will speak of love whose: "ways are hard and steep...The sword hidden among his pinions may wound you... His voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden. For even as love crowns you, so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth, so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height, so shall he descend to your roots and shake them...He grinds you to whiteness...He kneads you until you are pliant...Then he assigns you to his sacred fire... But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure, then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor, into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears...Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself... But if you love, and must needs have desires... know the pain of too much tenderness... be wounded by your own understanding of love... bleed willingly and joyfully." Know that Love is a gift. It is ecstasy. It is gratitude and beatitude. And know that "Energy is Eternal Delight." And that "he who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence."