Love

Let me drink the wine of love sip by sip,
Like a madman, live in the hills in hardship,
Day and night, care for you holds me in its grip,
You’re the one I need, you’re the one I crave
– Yunus Emre, Turkish poet and mystic

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Aşkın şarabından içem
Mecnun olup dağa düşem
Sensin dünü gün endişem
Bana seni gerek seni
– Yunus Emre

Love & Knowledge

Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind. These passions, like great winds, have blown me hither and thither, in a wayward course, over a great ocean of anguish, reaching to the very verge of despair.

I have sought love, first, because it brings ecstasy – ecstasy so great that I would often have sacrificed all the rest of life for a few hours of this joy. I have sought it, next, because it relieves loneliness – that terrible loneliness in which one shivering consciousness looks over the rim of the world into the cold unfathomable lifeless abyss. I have sought it finally, because in the union of love I have seen, in a mystic miniature, the prefiguring vision of the heaven that saints and poets have imagined. This is what I sought, and though it might seem too good for human life, this is what – at last – I have found.

With equal passion I have sought knowledge. I have wished to understand the hearts of men. I have wished to know why the stars shine. And I have tried to apprehend the Pythagorean power by which number holds sway above the flux. A little of this, but not much, I have achieved.

Love and knowledge, so far as they were possible, led upward toward the heavens. But always pity brought me back to earth. Echoes of cries of pain reverberate in my heart. Children in famine, victims tortured by oppressors, helpless old people a hated burden to their sons, and the whole world of loneliness, poverty, and pain make a mockery of what human life should be. I long to alleviate this evil, but I cannot, and I too suffer.

This has been my life. I have found it worth living, and would gladly live it again if the chance were offered me. (1967, 3–4)

– Bertrand Russell, British Philosopher

Love life

True, we love life, not because we are used to living, but because we are used to loving. There is always some madness to love, but also some reason to madness.
– Friedrich Nietzsche

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Es ist wahr: wir lieben das Leben, nicht, weil wir ans Leben, sondern ans Lieben gewöhnt sind. Es ist immer etwas Wahnsinn in der Liebe. Es ist aber immer auch etwas Vernunft im Wahnsinn.
– Nietzsche, Also sprach Zarathustra

Qualities of True Love

4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

– 1 Corinthians 13:4-7

For-Love-Is-Patient.-Love-Is-Kind.

4 ἡ ἀγάπη μακροθυμεῖ, χρηστεύεται ἡ ἀγάπη, οὐ ζηλοῖ, ἡ ἀγάπη οὐ περπερεύεται, οὐ φυσιοῦται, 5 οὐκ ἀσχημονεῖ, οὐ ζητεῖ τὰ ἑαυτῆς, οὐ παροξύνεται, οὐ λογίζεται τὸ κακόν, 6 οὐ χαίρει ἐπὶ τῇ ἀδικίᾳ, συγχαίρει δὲ τῇ ἀληθείᾳ: 7 πάντα στέγει, πάντα πιστεύει, πάντα ἐλπίζει, πάντα ὑπομένει.

Love

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Lost and Found
Peikwen Cheng, Chinese artist/photographer

I am inspired through this photo to look at love. Is it passionate Eros, transcendental Agape, or affectionate Philia? 

Love looks like an overwhelming emotion, a quest for union, a sense of value – appraised and bestowed, a deep concern for its perpetuation… I guess only through love one can answer love questions.  So I will Let the Other Visit and Enter.