When Love Comes Into Being
I cannot love you. Impossible.
We are two completely different beings. As long as I still cling to the consciousness that I am I and you are you, I cannot love you. I may temporarily pretend to love you, I may temporarily profess to love you, but it is only a passing fancy. As long as you scratch my back and I scratch yours, we will call ourselves lovers.
But as soon as this ceases, it's all over and we begin to hate each other. This is not true love it all. Love can only come into being when the ‘I’ has seen itself out and ceased to interfere in the operation of the natural intelligence, this natural intelligence being cosmic and indivisible.
We are two completely different beings. As long as I still cling to the consciousness that I am I and you are you, I cannot love you. I may temporarily pretend to love you, I may temporarily profess to love you, but it is only a passing fancy. As long as you scratch my back and I scratch yours, we will call ourselves lovers. 
