Comment upon the following GRAVITATION IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR

PEOPLE FALLING IN LOVE.

In the above statement, Albert Einstein tries to say that when one falls down (like
after slipping on a banana skin) its due to gravity, but one cannot blame gravity when
they fall in love. The great philosopher emphasized more on the literal meaning of the
word FALL... falling from a height and falling in love.

The whole existence is joined together only by one single thread: you can call that
thread love and nothing else. The world is a garland of millions of flowers, but running
through all those flowers is a thread that keeps it together: that thread is love.
It may have many manifestations. For example, the physicist will say the earth has a
certain power called gravitation. If you ask the mystics, they will say it is nothing but a
very low form of love - because gravitation attracts, and all attraction is love.
What keeps the universe together? Why does it not fall apart? There must be something
that is keeping it together, some force. That force mystics call love.

But what is love?

It has been agreed that love is not one thing. Love for parents, partners, children,
country, neighbour, God and so on all have different qualities. Each has its variants
blind, one-sided, tragic, steadfast, fickle, reciprocated, misguided, and unconditional. At
its best, however, all love is a kind a passionate commitment that we nurture and develop,
even though it usually arrives in our lives unbidden. That's why it is more than just a
powerful feeling. Without the commitment, it is mere infatuation. Without the passion, it
is mere dedication. Without nurturing, even the best can wither and die.

What love is depends on where you are in relation to it. Secure in it, it can feel as
mundane and necessary as air you exist within it, almost unnoticing. Deprived of it, it
can feel like an obsession; all consuming, a physical pain. Love is the driver for all great
stories: not just romantic love, but the love of parent for child, for family, for country. It
is the point before consummation of it that fascinates: what separates you from love, the
obstacles that stand in its way. It is usually at those points that love is everything.

Love's the one thing that can never hurt anyone, although it may cost dearly. The
paradox of love is that it is supremely free yet attaches us with bonds stronger than death.
It cannot be bought or sold; there is nothing it cannot face; love is life's greatest blessing.

And, as a rabbi once said Love is not something you find. Love is not something
that finds you. Or something you fall into. If you know what love is, you dont fall for an
easy romance. Love is when two people who care for one another make their lives
together, build a home together, cry together, laugh together, weather the storms of life
together, plow through their hardships and celebrate together . . . and then, one day,
discover that life is unimaginable without the other person at their side.