The most illogical as well as profound of the senses is the sense of love. Love appears in various forms: love towards people, an object, family, kith and kins, friends, work, etc. Love is in general different from logic. A lover cannot be asked questions regarding it. It is even hard to give justifications and reasons. One can simply love or not.
There are a few basic differences between liking and love they appear to be similar terms like, desire, interest, curiosity, love, etc. in order to express feelings positively towards someone or something. But we very rarely use the word love. Love differs from all other words of feelings quite distinctly.
Love falls into its own category due to its grasp beyond the mind. Love always baffles us by its mystery and magic far beyond our endeavour and ability to understand. We almost always experience that we love someone, but in reality we hardly like them. It does not just happen with people; this happens with emotions, objects, as well as places. Despite our disinterest to visit a place, we have deep feelings of visiting it in some other context.
Liking is rather acceptable than love in case of giving perfectly logical reasons for our likeness to someone or something. Like is always suitable to the confined rules and regulations of the mind. So, it is always easier to understand and express.
On the contrary, love always appears that it is beyond the reach of our understanding. Love is, moreover, too transcendental to accommodate things such as fear, hate, frustration, worry and so many other negative emotions. We can fall in love easily despite having some negative points probably because of our miseries. We might have fallen in love with our troubles because of our unawareness. Naturally, it raises the most important question: Can we make out our reality as well as the world around us by using our minds only?
Regarding the mystery of the mind as well as its inability to understand the harsh reality, Albert Einstein’s words are citable: ‘The human mind, no matter how highly trained, cannot grasp the universe. We are in the position of a little child, entering a huge library whose walls are covered to the ceiling with books in many different tongues. The child knows that someone must have written those books. It does not know who or how. It does not understand the languages in which they are written. The child notes a definite plan in the arrangement of the books, a mysterious order, which it does not comprehend, but only dimly suspects. That, it seems to me, is the attitude of the human mind, even the greatest and most cultured, towards God. We see a universe marvellously arranged, obeying certain laws, but we understand the laws only dimly. Our limited minds cannot grasp the mysterious force that sways the constellations’.
Finally, it is supposed that love is the mysterious force, referred by Einstein, which is governing the universe. The secret of our existence can be discovered only when our science can grasp the grip of love. Above all, love is the basic constituent of our life.