ood division of labour, but this is inhuman. Human love is a great encounter. And love is only if growth happens out of it, otherwise what type of love it is?

Real lovers are enhanced by each other, in every way. Lovers reach higher peaks of happiness when they are together, and they also reach to the deeper depths of sadness when they are together. Their range of happiness a

I am a lover, and an inveterate one at that, but only the dimension is different: I have fallen in love with reality. Yes, reality does have its defects, but those defects are the very challenges to growth. I have, in my new-found love, come to realize that each defect is a challenge to be transcended, for the sake of growth. But I do need company. I need a company because when two persons are really in love, they help each other in growth. They look into each other; they become mirrors to each other. They help each other, they hold each other. In good times, in bad times, in moments of happiness, in moments of sadness, they are together, they are involved. That is what involvement is all about.

If I am with you only when you are happy and I am not with you when you are unhappy, this is not involvement; this is exploitation. If I am with you only when you are flowering and I am not with you when you are not flowering, then I am not with you at all. Then I don’t love you, I love only myself and I love only my pleasure. When you are pleasurable, good; when you are painful I will throw you away. This is not love, this is not involvement, this is not commitment. This is not respect for the other person.

If you have not learnt to love the defects, limitations and frailties that a human being is prone to, then such a love is not strong enough. It is fictitious. It is easy to love somebody else’s wife because it's her husband who has to suffer the reality and you enjoy the fiction. No doubt, it is a very good division of labour, but this is inhuman. Human love is a great encounter. And love is only if growth happens out of it, otherwise what type of love it is?

Real lovers are enhanced by each other, in every way. Lovers reach higher peaks of happiness when they are together, and they also reach to the deeper depths of sadness when they are together. Their range of happiness an

persons are really in love, they help each other in growth. They look into each other; they become mirrors to each other. They help each other, they hold each other. In good times, in bad times, in moments of happiness, in moments of sadness, they are together, they are involved. That is what involvement is all about.

If I am with you only when you are happy and I am not with you when you are unhappy, this is not involvement; this is exploitation. If I am with you only when you are flowering and I am not with you when you are not flowering, then I am not with you at all. Then I don’t love you, I love only myself and I love only my pleasure. When you are pleasurable, good; when you are painful I will throw you away. This is not love, this is not involvement, this is not commitment. This is not respect for the other person.

If you have not learnt to love the defects, limitations and frailties that a human being is prone to, then such a love is not strong enough. It is fictitious. It is easy to love somebody else’s wife because it's her husband who has to suffer the reality and you enjoy the fiction. No doubt, it is a very good division of labour, but this is inhuman. Human love is a great encounter. And love is only if growth happens out of it, otherwise what type of love it is?

Real lovers are enhanced by each other, in every way. Lovers reach higher peaks of happiness when they are together, and they also reach to the deeper depths of sadness when they are together. Their range of happiness a

h you when you are unhappy, this is not involvement; this is exploitation. If I am with you only when you are flowering and I am not with you when you are not flowering, then I am not with you at all. Then I don’t love you, I love only myself and I love only my pleasure. When you are pleasurable, good; when you are painful I will throw you away. This is not love, this is not involvement, this is not commitment. This is not respect for the other person.

If you have not learnt to love the defects, limitations and frailties that a human being is prone to, then such a love is not strong enough. It is fictitious. It is easy to love somebody else’s wife because it's her husband who has to suffer the reality and you enjoy the fiction. No doubt, it is a very good division of labour, but this is inhuman. Human love is a great encounter. And love is only if growth happens out of it, otherwise what type of love it is?

Real lovers are enhanced by each other, in every way. Lovers reach higher peaks of happiness when they are together, and they also reach to the deeper depths of sadness when they are together. Their range of happiness a

ement, this is not commitment. This is not respect for the other person.

If you have not learnt to love the defects, limitations and frailties that a human being is prone to, then such a love is not strong enough. It is fictitious. It is easy to love somebody else’s wife because it's her husband who has to suffer the reality and you enjoy the fiction. No doubt, it is a very good division of labour, but this is inhuman. Human love is a great encounter. And love is only if growth happens out of it, otherwise what type of love it is?

Real lovers are enhanced by each other, in every way. Lovers reach higher peaks of happiness when they are together, and they also reach to the deeper depths of sadness when they are together. Their range of happiness a

ood division of labour, but this is inhuman. Human love is a great encounter. And love is only if growth happens out of it, otherwise what type of love it is?

Real lovers are enhanced by each other, in every way. Lovers reach higher peaks of happiness when they are together, and they also reach to the deeper depths of sadness when they are together. Their range of happiness and sadness becomes vast: that’s what love is - vast! Have you noticed that when you cry and weep alone, your tears do not have much depth? Cry alone, and it brings more sadness, not relief. In aloneness, your sadness is shallow. But when there is someone to rest your shoulder on, when you can weep together, there is a depth, a new dimension to your tears.

Alone, you can laugh, but your laughter will be shallow. In fact, it will be something insane – only mad people can laugh alone. When you laugh with somebody there is depth in it, there is sanity in it. Alone you can laugh, but the laughter will not go very deep - cannot go. Together, it goes to the very core of your being. Two persons together, together in all climates – day and night, summer and winter, sunshine and rain, hale and howl - in all moods, grow.

Love is dialectical - whereby contradictions merge to form higher truths - more Hegelian that Aristotelian. Which brings me to wonder: whether Hegel was greater that Aristotle? Yes, certainly he must have been, because if it is true of Life, how can it not be true also of Love?

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