Love and Logic

Logic makes the world, but doesn't run it.
Meaning of something takes away the mystery.

Explanations destroy the magic.

Just like we don't want to know that the movie we are watching on screen is just fake setup, sham of lights, and artificial acting. We enjoy it, and laugh and cry with it thinking it is real.

All these higher enjoyable emotions are perhaps beyond rational, irrational. In altogether different dimension.

I can't love someone or something because, why, hence, thus. If I can find an explanation the love is destroyed.

It is the unknown we love. And unreachable. What we have, we know, we can get easily, we don't care about.

What charms us, evades us, tickles us, pushes us into higher beyond rational, irrational dimension of fantasy we go after.

Strange is the working of this universe!