Confessions of a man who has been chopping love up into pieces for years

Love cannot be reduced rationally. Love requires a mystery, that magical feeling that makes your body and soul tick. It is its essence. Attempts at analysis can determine the components of love but can't determine the glue that holds them together, because the moment you think that you have determined that, love evaporates. Love thrives on being inexplicable. To love is to give in to mystery and magic. To love is to stop trying to define it.

Comments

Qasim Aziz said…
Yea as Rumi said,no matter how much we describe love when we are actually in love we are ashemed of our words :)
razmer said…
yes Qasim this confession had a sufi touch to it.
N.A. said…
Beautifully said!
Butters said…
Truth. I would say it is like that with conscious experience generally.
Butters said…
I meant only in the sense that it's irreducible. I don't know about all the other things.
Salman Latif said…
Well said.
Love is like those many undefinable superstitious things which seem to evade our objective understanding.