I am talking about love,” the man said. “With me it is a science. […] I meditated on love and reasoned it out. I realized what is wrong with us. Men fall in love for the first time. And what do they fall in love with? A woman. […] Without science, with nothing to go by, they undertake the most dangerous and sacred experience in God’s earth. They fall in love with a woman. […] They start at the wrong end of love. They begin at the climax. Can you wonder it is so miserable? Do you know how men should love? Son, do you know how love should be begun? A tree. A rock. A cloud. […] I meditated and I started very cautious. I would pick up something from the street and take it home with me. I bought a goldfish and I concentrated on the goldfish and I loved it. I graduated from one thing to another. Day by day I was getting this technique. […] For six years now I have gone around by myself and built up my science. And now I am a master. Son. I can love anything. No longer do I have to think about it even. I see a street full of people and a beautiful light comes in me. I watch a bird in the sky. Or I meet a traveler on the road. Everything, Son. And anybody. All stranger and all loved! Do you realize what a science like mine can mean?
When you like someone, you like them in spite of their faults. When you love someone, you love them with their faults.
I post on tumblr when I want to tell strangers and not just my friends.
I tweet because only a very limited number of people will ever see it.
I post on facebook when I want all of my friends to know.. and possibly get a good conversation among different groups going.
I post on your wall to show others how close we are.
I send a private message because I want to tell you, but I won’t remember it later and you can get to it when you can.
I send an email to show off my business like demeanor.
I send a text because I’m straight to the point.
I call because I know that we’ll get carried away… or I don’t want what I have to tell you to sit in your pocket. What I have to say is important.
I send a letter because I want to touch your heart.. the way you have touched mine.