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 more 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.
If this is what disease is, then philosophy is really the greatest disease there can be-because it disconnects you utterly; and not only that, it disconnects you with such logic that you never become aware that you are ill. It disconnects you with such justifications and rationalizations that you never become aware that you are missing. It is a very self-justifying illness; it goes on supporting itself. Philosophy means that a man has become completely head-oriented. He looks towards existence through the eyes of logic and not through the eyes of love. When you look through the eyes of logic, you will know a few things, but those few things will not give you the vision of reality. They will be only abstractions.
When you look through love, then you know the reality as it is. Love is falling with the universe, together; falling in a togetherness. It is orgasmic: you are streaming, and the existence has always been streaming, and both streamings meet and mingle and are infused in each other. A higher synthesis arises: the part is meeting in the whole and the whole is meeting in the part. Then something arises which is more than the part and the whole together-that's what love is. Love is one of the most significant words in human languages, because love is existential language.