Love is when God has found you. Love is when God’s hand is searching for you, groping for you. Love is when you are allowing God to find you. Hence, you cannot manage love. You can manage logic; you can be very, very efficient as far as logic is concerned. The moment love arises, you become absolutely inefficient. Then you don’t know where you are, then you don’t know what you are doing, then you don’t know where you are moving, then you don’t know any control. Logic is controlled, love is uncontrolled. Logic is manipulated, love is a happening. Logic gives you a feeling that you are somebody, love gives you a feeling that you are nobody.
Love arises in you when you allow God to enter you. When you are trying on your own, then the whole effort is absurd.
I have heard:
Mulla Nasruddin sidled up to a guest at one of his daughter’s social evenings. He had heard him addressed as doctor and now he said diffidently, “Doctor, may I ask a question?”
“Certainly,” he said.
“Lately,” said Mulla Nasruddin, “I have been having a funny pain right here under the heart….”
The guest interrupted uncomfortably and said, “I am terribly sorry Mulla, but the truth is I am a Doctor of Philosophy.”
“Oh,” said Nasruddin, “I’m sorry.” He turned away, but then, overcome with curiosity, he turned back. “Just one more question doctor. Tell me, what kind of disease is philosophy?”
Yes, philosophy is a kind of disease – and not just an ordinary kind of disease; it is more cancerous than cancer, more dangerous than all the diseases put together. A disease can cut only one root. Even all the diseases put together cannot cut you completely from existence. Philosophy cuts you, uproots you utterly.
What is disease? When one connection is loose with existence, you feel ill. When the head is unconnected, then there is headache. When the stomach is unconnected, then there is stomachache. Somewhere, you have become autonomous; you are no longer in the ocean of the interdependence of existence. There exists disease. Disease has a certain autonomy, independence. When you have a cancerous growth inside you, that growth becomes a universe unto itself. It is unconnected with existence.
An ill person is one who is unconnected in many ways. When a certain disease becomes chronic, it simply means that that root is completely destroyed. Even the possibility to replant it in the earth no longer exists. You will have to remain alive only partially; a part of you will remain dead. Somebody is paralyzed – what does it mean? The body has lost contact with the universal energy. Now it is almost a dead thing – hanging, unconnected. The sap of life no longer flows in it.