“May your unfailing love be my comfort.” Psalm 119:76
Love isn’t love without any madness in it. To quote the great philosopher Plato;“The madness of love is heaven’s richest blessings.” Friedrich Nietzsche further stated; “There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.”
This phrase can be safely validated by those truly in love. Ask them and they will tell you how at times they cannot believe that they have acted the way they have in love as against any normal behavior that society demands . But, perhaps, they tasted the sweet nectar of love in the madness that it evoked. In breaking away from the norms of society, they gave in to their heart’s freedom to live the love story that they owed to their hearts. They wanted to love and be loved to the point of madness. Their feelings possessed them, love became an obsession, a habit, a way of life, the beat of their heart and the reason of living for their soul. Of course, the cynical world would scoff at such behavior but clearly they have missed the true potency of love.
After all, legendary poets down the ages did not write empty words of love in their sonnets. It is left up to the ones who love deeply to infuse life into those words and let not the words of love be wasted in time and space. For e.g. I heard a line from a song that went like this; “My breath depends on every glance of yours.” Now, such a line would be clearly dismissed by critics as insane but not so by those who know the symbolic meaning of love behind this line.
Because they are fully aware that wherever they are the other person is very much with them even from afar. Right from the rising of the sun to its setting and even in their midnight thoughts, they see only the one whom they love at all times, popping up in their minds and making their heart leap by bounds. What is meant to be, whom they are destined to love will surely happen, they cannot escape from it.
In moments of distance, they cannot come to terms with the restlessness that wells up within them, the things in life that used to give them happiness earlier now fails to do so. The incomplete feeling persists, one without the other cannot be complete. They have to literally keep a stone on their hearts in hard moments of enforced decisions, when all they actually long to do is reach out to the other.
Centuries ago, in the city of Jerusalem a similar incident took place. People could not assimilate a type of love which they had never witnessed earlier and could only shake their heads in disbelief and term this sort of love as madness. Why would anyone allow himself to be crucified on the cross out of a deep gesture of love? What form of love was this? Clearly, according to them, insanity. An incredulous love! Pilate even called Jesus a dreamer. But none of them could grasp the deepest meaning of love that in the madness of this love was the answer to the freedom of their own souls in eternal life. In the frenzy of the love of one who left the heavenly realm to come down to a poor and miserable stable, to endure the hardships on this earth, to withstand the cruel agony and passion all for the salvation of His people. In the exalting love of the Father who had to send His only Son to go through the torture of the cross, all out of love for us. In the rapturous love of the Spirit who continues to dwell within us to assure that we are never alone on this planet.
Love can be seen in many forms and delusions. The focal point of love is that euphoric feeling that it brings out from within our hearts. Thomas Moored summed it up well with this line; “It is only through mystery and madness that the soul is revealed.”
Let us cherish the beauty that can be seen even in the madness of moments and know that our life was enriching because of such insane moments. The Love Mania that added meaning and made a vital difference.