Love is a mystery that no History has a registry of its deep chemistry. The 'thought' mastery of love by man is just a nursery level in the monastery of the great entity called love.
The misery in this great mystery makes its mastery complex (if not impossible). You just have to submit to it.
Like the relativity between the act of batterie and battery as an act, so is the connection between the mystery of love and its misery.
Confused?
Battery as an act is beating, batterie is the act of beating the legs together in a ballet dance. Sweet pain it is, because the dancer endures the pain for the great dance they love. So are miseries the pains in the joy of a mystery called love.
The miseries in Love are:
The state of confusion caused by seeking answers to the unanswerable questions of love: that is,
why you love whom you love, where and how it all began, why that particular individual, why u didn't have the choice to decide to love or even set a time to love, why you can't even suppress the 'mad' feeling towards the beloved no matter how hard you try. Why…..