Here I think will follow some quick utterances, which I will probably desist from attempting to turn into some cohesive essay type piece.
Loving someone is much less about understanding them than being fully open to the mystery of them. Which isn’t to say it doesn’t include understanding, but you can understand a book of algebra. It doesn’t mean you love it. And fully understanding someone or something implies a closure to their nature. You have exhausted who they are, as have they. Knowledge as conquering or power. Some phenomenon, including another person or people as a whole, is reduced to to being within your understanding. Energetically they have been conquered, patterns of behaviour dissected, explained by underlying codes, a mystery reduced to the known. The underlying motor behind so much fields of ‘knowing’ - psychological, sociological, etc. Not to say again knowing must equate to this egotistical drive, but certainly very often a huge factor. Why God would be for such people the biggest enemy - an unconquerable mystery. The ego must reduce everything to the known, to be beneath itself.
Formulated sociological visions like Marxism again about reducing life to the known, to a formula and so its alleged mystery conquered.
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