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There was great confusion among the habitants of the
town, since they all were talking about Love because it was their favorite
topic. Some said: " I have a great love but I am very jealous." Other
said, "I also love a lot and thus I demand and control a lot."
Other said: "My love is great, greater than yours, what I feel is
possession."
Other said: " My love is sensible, fragile and delicate, love makes me
cry"
And in this fashion, many declared their great love.
Then, their king brought the wisest men who started to select who was the
best: obsessive, domineering, demanding and aggressive.
And the wise men
said that this was a mysterious thing, since they didn't know that there
was so much love, and they needed to decipher that question. They
brought the wisest of the wise who lived in a cave in the mountain.
All were reunited and pretending that they were the winners and brought
their neighbors, friends and relatives since everybody wanted to be best
recognized in front of everybody.
Then, the oldest wise man came and
listened patiently all the declarations of love and as he listened, thick
tears were running down his face and the persons in the meeting, said: "
See how moved he is. What a great opportunity!
When everybody had finished, the old wise man looked at the persons and
said:
" I have listened with attention and I can tell you without any doubt that
I feel great pity for you since nothing of what you said is love, because
in truth you all don't know the meaning of love.
You have presented with
great vanity the feeling of been selfish, you want to control, to posses and
manipulate. You assume that love is like an object, or mere obsession and
manipulation. You think of love like object of pure obsession and in your
pretension and illusion, you only see your own heart but don't know
anything about love.
The public felt confused but out of ignorance, didn't want to accept that
reality and said that the man was crazy. He was thrown out of the city
and they even dare to crown themselves as great lovers.
In the meantime, the
wise man went back to his cave in the mountain and was thinking:
"
Immature, blind, hallucinated, because Love is a feeling of reverence to
the loved one. Love is the sincere surrender of the heart and is not like
an emperor wanting to rule the sky and even the stars. Love is the essence
of the spirit who rather Gives than Receives. |
