Empirically, in whatever direction the stream of love flows it only flows in the direction of the Self. The expansion of the Self is all that is dear. The dear one is buried in infantile amnesia over layers and layers of neurosis. Maimed by your failures, by your malice.
We canât take love for granted. It doesnât exist in this world.
You can take for granted recitation of Kâs or someone elseâs words about love but you canât take for granted what you know little of. You canât take for granted something you have never had or have.
It doesnât exist in you. Youâre the world. It doesnât exist in any beggar. After all âthis worldâ is a large dwelling for beggars.
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You say:
âLove flows in the direction of the Self.â
I wish I can understand this 
but I donât so if you feel inclined, and inspired feel free to flow some words âŚ
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Examiner We canât take love for granted. It doesnât exist in this world.
Have you ever felt affection for a pet, a stray dog, a cat, a human being ? That is love. Have you ever cared about anyone, like for example, that the person should be careful about crossing the street or should be careful about the way they talk? That is also love.
This kind of love may not be tremendous, but it is also love. Sex is the lowest form of love, as long as there is no violence in having sex, but affection shown physically and emotionally.
And unselfish love is a higher form of love.
There is almost no one on this planet, except some very nasty people, who have not had love in their heart at least for some moments. The problem with Krishnamurtiâs âarmchair philosophicalâ discourses on love is that he takes it out of reach of ordinary people. He only considers tremendous downpour of love energy as true love, or he says where love is you are not. But that is not true.
See , you are taking love for granted. Affection for a particular person or for a particular child is not love. You either love all humans or children or loving one or two children because they are yours is still in the network of thought. Love and thought donât go together. Thought or the self destroys love.
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So knowing thought or the self is not capable of love .
Love is not related to the past in anyway.
The problem with thinking you know what love is or isnât is that you donât know what you donât know, and from this ignorance arises the arrogance of presumption.
Bob Dylan put it well in âPossitively Fourth Streetâ:
âDo you take me for such a fool to think that I would make contact
WIth the one who tries to hide what he donât know to begin withâ
What makes love complicated is the universality of it.
Love isnât complicated - we are.
How can a complicated mind know anything but complicationâŚ
Yes love or truth is not related to the past memories , but yet we are the past. We are the