I have often been asked what the meaning of love is. What kind of love can be broken by hatred if love itself is so pure and how can hatred build a resistance so great that it can break the power of love?

Well the answer is simple, love exists to give man the power to break free from the pain of experience that he has set himself. When he lets love into his heart with complete abandon, with a freedom that hides nothing from anyone, with a gift of gratitude that asks for nothing, real nothing, then, and only then will he find the depth of the answer that is the truth to this question.

It may sound trite, it may sound like a wash over, it may seem like complete nonsense, but the truth of an answer is sometimes only discovered by the experience of living through the experience of the reality that the answer delivers. In this sense, there is no other way of delivering the truth. Experience the experience and the answer is held before the question is asked.