sat moodily over his drink, and his friend said: "You look pretty down in the mouth, Mulla. What is the matter?" -- Nasrudin said: "My psychiatrist says, I am in love with my umbrella, and that is the source of my troubles."
"In love with your umbrella?"
"Yes, is not that ridiculous? Ah, I like and respect my umbrella, and enjoy its company... but love?"
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But what else is love?
If you enjoy the company of your umbrella...
and if you respect and like your umbrella... what else is love?
Love is respect, treméndous respect...
Love is a deep liking...
And love is sheer joy in the presence of the one you love...
What else is love?
But people love things.
A deep need is somehow fulfilled by substitutes...
Remember!
The first calamity is, that one becomes head-oriented.
The second calamity is, that one starts substituting love needs with things. Then you are lost, lost in the desert land. Then you will never reach to the ocean. Then you will simply dissipate and evaporate.
Then your whole life will be a sheer wastage.
The moment you become aware that this is what is happening, turn the tide! Make all efforts to again contact the heart. That is what Bauls call love: to make contact with the h-e-a-r-t- again.
To ùndo that which has been done to you...
by the society.
~osho~
the beloved vol.1
(1977) - ch.9
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