“Love is always new. It never becomes old because it is non-accumulative, non-hoarding.
It knows no past; it is always fresh, as fresh as dewdrops. It lives in the moment, atom by atom. It has no continuity, it knows no tradition. Each moment it dies and each moment it is born again. It is like breath; you breathe in, you breathe out…
…So is the case with love – it is breathing that renews itself in each moment. So whenever one gets stuck in love and stops breathing, life loses all significance.”