Breaking Down Love

I saw two pigeons today. The female did not share a care with the world. She twirled and ducked her way through random routes on a distant terrace. Her stare was not directed at anything in particular. Perhaps, she did not bother to honour any object of the world by the courtesy of observation and saw a hazy blur of it all, preferring it that way.

Most unusual was the behaviour of the male. He seemed to care about the reality surrounding him. He seemed to be wary of the stones and stairs on that terrace of dangerous possibilities. He was the rational realist of the two, as rational and real as a pigeon can be.

In spite of his sense of the hard reality, he seemed to follow the female in her aimless pursuit through the mysteries of the terrace. He followed her not only in her wandering, but also in her gesture and poise. My cousin followed my glance and exclaimed in a tone of ecstasy, "the follies of young love!".

I agreed with my silence, and we stared for a while at yet another phenomenal event of this world.

After a while the female almost jumped off the terrace and took her flight, and as we confidently predicted, the male hesitated for a while at the edge and then followed her to another wandering on another mystic terrace.

Even the simplest creatures felt the violent urge for love and longing, which I believe is a way to reach a higher string of existence with the right partner. This extremely complex event of pairing in humans, I realized, is quite simple in other creatures of this planet. We exactly behave like these simple beings but like to believe in the grandeur of our emotions and physical needs, thinking that simplicity cannot be at par with greatness. I cannot quote anybody stating this, but simplicity is grand. Simplicity is the crux of complexity. Break down a terribly complex structure and you will find very simple elements which add up to the grandness we so desperately cling to.

In the pigeons it was indeed the simple impulse of the moment, a simple thing, but it was triggered by the urge to live on in this planet even after their inevitable demise. It is a beautiful story of genetic longing to find a match to preserve the genes for generations to come. It is poetic to admire the signature features of one's partner but if only one knew how our subconscious, stacked with information from distant ages, play a significant role in admiring them. We are so wakeful and ignorant that it is beautiful.

We gravitate towards a certain person, get conscious of features which stand out to us and wonder how the world can be blind to those very elements which intoxicates our mind during odd hours. They say love is a matter of the soul, but then the soul must be contriving with the body, because one cannot deny that genetic memory helps us identify the key elements of the one who will put our genetic anxiety of a sudden stop to a peaceful death.

It is this simplicity, carried over from our farthest ancestors, that shape the unrecognizable and confusing emotional state of the present. We stay up nights, losing sleep over the WHYs and HOWs of love, solving the riddle of the heart which ignites us to the bones.

Only if we had payed heed to the profound words of Descartes;
Only if we knew how to break, in order to build.

Love is grand and it is quite simple, but only if we allow it to be.