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and kissing each other and just a few minutes before, they were throwing things at each other.
Before every lovemaking there is a pillow fight. I don't know what pillows have done -- they are such innocent people, they never do any harm to anybody -- but they unnecessarily get caught in between the lovers because it happens that they are on the bed, and handy. After a good fight -- saying things against each other, against each other's family -- when this catharsis is over suddenly they are full of love, hugging each other. You cannot believe these are the same people. Then why were they doing that drama before? And this happens every day, it is a routine process.
Certainly your love is not what Nietzsche means by love.
He means by love what I mean by love -- love not addressed to anybody in particular but just your aroma, your field of energy. Just as the perfume of the rose surrounds the rose, a loving man is surrounded by love. That love is beyond good and evil; it transcends that intrinsic contradiction of the ordinary love.
But it is true that a man like Frederick Nietzsche, reaching to the very heights of understanding, himself became mad. The reason is not his insight. The reason is that his insight remained only intellectual. He had no foundation in meditation, he never heard of the word. If Frederick Nietzsche had been born in the East he would have been another Gautam Buddha, nothing less -- perhaps more. But in the West, intellect seems to be all. So he came to conclusions logically -- beautiful conclusions, and then he tried to live according to those intellectual conclusions for which there was no meditative foundation.
He fell apart. He had a nervous breakdown. He tried to reach where only meditators are allowed; and naturally he had to fall from those heights, and he suffered multiple fractures. His genius was absolutely certain, but his genius led him into madness; that too is certain.
In the East it has never happened. One should look into it.... In the West it has always happened: whenever there was a man of great genius, sooner or later there was a nervous breakdown, as if he had seen so much that he could
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