The book Love's Not Time's Fool is an endeavour, in its reach almost barely comparable with what is being published on that topic, to talk about what we can indeed talk about but which cannot be pronounced because no word reaches it, because it is inelloquent, because it is inexpressible. All four chapters of the book, titled "Variations on the banished topic", "Just tapping," "Everyday strife" and "Love's not time's fool" is a sort of a diary in which one comes back to the memory of the situation that once happened and tries to call out, tries to directly revive this state, so that the everyday bitterness, sweetness and temptation that seize and engulf an individual, that could never be owergrown and thus lose their importance, their imminence, their incontestability, could dissolve.
This book is in fact an inadvertent incentive of a potential reader to try to indulge in an adventure of catching what is uncatchable, without which, in order to be truthful, true, we cannot. Without these attempts, one remains the one who is, to a greater or lesser extent, distant from himself and everything around him. It is a diary of love, a diary of freedom, which is possible, and which remains oblivious. It is a diary of love, a diary of freedom, which are possible only when it comes to the state of withdrawal, where it mutes, so explicit, no matter what it is like, and so many times repated, I consciousness, consciousness determined by time, consciousness that is marked, that is sealed, by faith or reason. Therefore, all four chapters, one might say subtitles, tell the same story, how to come, or perhaps it is mercy, to the freedom from every story, to love that is freedom itself.
Love is freedom from seeking security. You are constantly burying yourself into something, you are constantly buried in something. He who seeks security for himself, he does not love. He who seeks freedom from himself is on his way to love. He who has found freedom from himself, he does love. He who has freed himself from himself, he is not here. He who is not here, he loves.
As soon as love is conditional, here comes the fear. In heaven there is no fear, because in heaven there is no conditional love. Until you free yourself from yourself, you can not be free of fear. Self is frightened. When there is no self, there is no you, there is no fear. And when is this, is this ever? It is only when your love is unconditional. When you are not self or yourself, when you are not the one who is conditioned. When you are self or yourself, when you are conditioned you are not free of time. Unconditional love is free of time.
And he liked to get smart with others, he could not help himself from being drunk in love with himself. You met him too in your dreams last night. He was a bit drunk, but still drunk. He who had not been drinking for years, or at least that's what he was saying, he admitted that he has been drinking a little. By dreaming about him like that, did you find out something about him, or about yourself? The fact that he likes to get smart, that is, that he is drunk in love with himself, you already knew that, and did you not just tell a story about yourself in a dream of yours? It is easier to do so in one's dreams than in reality. You are the one who tends to be drunk in love with himself, you are the one who tends to get smart with others. You are the one who could maybe not be this person. Can you not be this person? Where is this one that never gets smart with others, that never gets drunk in love with himself? That is, to a greater or lesser extent. There is no extent! Our dear God has no size, he does not use any measurements. Love can not be measured.
- ISBN: 978-953-8075-50-6
- Dimensions: 128x200 mm
- Number of pages: 168
- Cover: paperback
- Year of the edition: 2018
If we are trying to find a connecting thread in the previous books of Josip Meštrović, that is threaded in all of them, I think we will find it in the fact that in all of them he is always the main character, who is regularly seen in an inverted perspective, that is, like a kind of apparition of which one has to wake up or to be liberated: the drama of these writings is that, while searching for the living founts of survival, it gives a mortal blow. The curious reader could, at least in the main contours, somehow be related to these works, provided that he himself has the habit of invoking his own experiences of self-observation in order to confront them with the author`s. The main purpose of these efforts is almost always been a renunciation of obsessive apparitions and quest for realism, whatever that means.
Since the beginning of his writing, Josip Meštrović has chosen an unusual position. We will express it unusually: to maintain the pretense of speaking about existential matters, he has repress the ambition to be easily understood and accepted, and especially to be readily assigned to certain drawers, either by genre, generation, poetry, or unambiguous thoughts.
Meštrović's meditative prose consciously moves to the edge of the official philosophy and also near the neo-Orthodox theological orientation. It is indisputable, namely, recognition by similarity, reference by affinity, brotherhood by weaknesses. The other who listens, the one who reads, the third one who chooses by kinship, all of them will find enough motives for emotional participation in Meštrović's texts.