Unfortunately, of the rare few in this world who do exercise their brains, only one or two do so in earnest. The rest are mental sportsman, who think merely for entertainment. These wretches are even worse than brainless animals, for they understand love, yet go along with it regardless. Woe to them who knowingly submit their will to a lie! Woe is the scholar! Woe the academic!
Their cold and rigid thought cannot cope with something as simple in essence as love. Formal academic thought is biased, and does not provide the power or means to discover the things close to the heart, close to the mind - the subjective truths. Yet without subjective truth there is no truth at all, no matter how many volumes of categories and systems we manage to fill. True objectivity comes about only through absolute subjectivity.
Only the individual, thinking with his whole being, sees the true and ugly face of love. Then love, for him, becomes impossible. However, this is not the end of it, for he will be swept up by a vast wind, and a new love, that will carry him beyond desire. He will discover Truth, and Love is Truth, and True Love is being truthful. No longer will he wander aimlessly through the cruel mystery of love, life, and suffering. No longer will he be love's slave, and his life a juggling act with contradictory opposites. He will be free.
Well, I thought love was humorous, but I am not laughing - and nor are you. Is love then too humorous to laugh about?
. . . Or perhaps only some truths are funny.