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not knowing is so blissful, who bothers to know?
So let this surround you more and more. Even your husband is not known to you -- how can a mystery be known? If you live together, you love each other, you share each other's space, but the space is such that it can never be reduced to knowledge. The moment you feel that you know your husband or your child or your friend, your mother, your father, you have reduced them to things. A husband becomes a thing, a wife becomes a thing. Then they are no more persons, their glory is lost -- and the agony begins.
If you can remain in this ignorance of 'How can I know?' then life is very alive, flowing. You are never stuck, and there is always much to explore. In fact there is everything to explore, and every day is a new beginning of a new exploration. You never feel that you have known this man for so long. You are never fed up... you are never bored.
Boredom comes out of knowledge. The fed-up feeling comes out of knowledge. The moment you say that you know this man, now the exploration has stopped. Now you are stuck together. Maybe you are together for some other reasons -- security, finance, society, morality, religion, a thousand and one reasons -- but now the exploration is no more there. And when there is no more exploration there is no more love.
My definition of love is: when you are exploring the other, you are in love.
Whenever you feel that now there is nothing to be explored -- the territory is covered, completely mapped, measured -- that man is finished, that woman is finished! But it is good that we can never know. You only create the illusion of knowing because you have lived with this man for ten years. You have seen him eating, taking his bath, hugging you, talking to you, but these are very superficial things... just peripheral.
Deep inside there is a vast sky, and you have not explored it. Once you start feeling that you are ignorant, the doors open. And then you can go on and on and on. Each individual is an infinity. Each flower is an infinity.
Looking at a flower, Tennyson is reported to have said, 'If I can know this flower -- root and all -- I will know
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