An old man sits on a bench in the park. He is still. After observing that he didn’t move for some minutes, standing with his head looking down, a lady comes and asks him:
– Mister, what are you looking at with such concentration?
– At the twittering dove as they eat bread crumbs.
– But…. why?
– It inspires me.
The lady doesn’t understand the answer and goes away. Hours pass and afternoon comes. Seeing the old man still for a quarter of hour, with his head looking up, a child comes and asks him:
Ante scriptum: “Which is the value of intelligence in love?” For months I had been trying to give an answer to this dilemma. I rewrote this article three times but, every time, I couldn’t find the right words. It is very hard to intelligently speak about love, what to say about intelligently speaking about love while weighting the value of intelligence in the same time. After all, love is an unspeakable feeling, which you cannot describe in words. And then, what should I do? “An image values as 1000 words”, it is said.