There is love that surpasseth understanding. Everything surpasses understanding. Search for understanding is search for understanding love. You not only desire love. You desire to grasp it with your mind as well as with your heart. The mind wants to be in on things. Nevertheless, the mind cannot join the sorority of love. Only the heart can.

The heart holds membership in the sorority of love. The mind, on the other hand, is deep in thought rather than deep in love. And yet the mind is driven to trying to understand love, to delineate it, to master it, to rule it, to take it apart, to test it, to disassemble it and ascertain what makes love tick.

How does the mind understand anything? It computes, yet cannot quite make it through to the finish line. Of course, there is no finish line to love.

What is there to understand about love? It is better to love than to understand. It is better. Can the Infinite be understood by the finite mind? The heart has the advantage of being infinite. Its reach is infinite. There is no limit to love. Yet, in the world, love seems to start and stop, start and stop. Objects of love may start and stop, yet there is no stopping love. The mind is in hot pursuit of love, unmanageable love. Love is its own free agent. Love covers it all. Love is not a reporter. Love is an imbiber, and love rides the rails. Love is not an interpreter. Love is an understander, yet love does not seek to understand. Love seeks to expand its boundlessness and reach and reach and reach shores beyond itself. Love is inescapable. It is a world traveler.

The mind is more like a hustler. The mind wants to come to conclusions. The heart never wants to conclude. The heart is ever upward and onward and taking other hearts with it like a group of high-flying kites. The mind is insular. The mind is flighty.

Let Us come to a consensus of the heart and mind. Let the mind follow love. Let the mind become close behind love and yet not on its trail. Let the heart seek love, and the mind be content. Let the mind bask in the sun of love. Let the mind relax at the beach of love and not try to get into the middle of it. Let the mind and heart meet in love and never back away from each other. Let love, which has no language but itself, have the last word.

Let love consume you, not the mind. Love is eternal and a leader. The mind is a fugitive who flees. What mind can come to an understanding of love which is beyond understanding? And, yet, the mind is an inspector of love, an analyzer, an auditor of love, a revenuer of love. The mind is on the trail of love. It is a bloodhound after love, and never quite catches up to love. The mind hurries and yet cannot keep up.

What figment of the mind is the mind? The mind wants to smoke out love. It wants to hold love in its hand. It wants to capture love and get the essence of it. The mind goes click, click, and yet cannot take a picture of love. Only the lens of love can take its own picture.

Love is at the heart of it. Love is at the heart of the Universe. If the mind had a heart, the mind would be love. As it is, the mind is the detective, the scout, the chaser of love while love alone is.