所谓情绪，究竟是什么？是不是一种感受、反应，一种来自感官的响应？憎恨、崇拜、爱意、同情，这些都是情绪，有些我们称为正面的，如爱意、同情；而其他如憎恨等，则视为负面，并想甩脱。那么，爱是恨的对立面吗？爱，是情绪、觉受吗？是通过记忆而维持的感受吗？

所谓的爱，又是什么呢？显然，爱不是记忆。这一点很难理解，因为对我们多数人而言，爱就是记忆。当你说爱太太、爱先生的时候，你究竟指什么呢？你所爱的，只是那个给你快乐的人，是吧？你所爱的，是你已经深深认同、并当作私产的那个人，是吧？ 劳驾，这都是事实，我可没有任何虚构，别这样惊诧万状。

我们所爱的，或自以为所爱的，只是那个唤作“我太太”或“我先生”的心像、符号，而不是那个活生生的人。我们根本不懂自己的太太、先生，只要我们以为“认得他”就等于“懂得他”，就根本不能真正懂得一个人。“认得”，是基于记忆的——记忆中的快乐与痛苦，记忆中令我期盼、令我痛苦的事物，记忆中我拥有并执着的事物。如果心中还有恐惧、痛苦、孤独与绝望的记忆阴影，我如何能爱呢？一个充满企图心的人，如何能爱呢？其实我们都充满了企图心，不论何等衣冠楚楚。

所以，要想真正明白爱是什么，我们必须放下过去，放下所有情绪，无论好情绪或坏情绪；要轻松放下，就如同明白了毒品有毒而痛快地抛下。

——克里希那穆提《生命书：365观心日课》（The Book of Life: Daily Meditations with Krishnamurti）

We Must Die to All Our Emotions

What do we mean by emotion? Is it a sensation, a reaction, a response of the senses? Hate, devotion, the feeling of love or sympathy for another—they are all emotions. Some, like love and sympathy, we call positive, while others, like hate, we call negative and want to get rid of. Is love the opposite of hate? And is love an emotion, a sensation, a feeling that is stretched out through memory?

… So, what do we mean by love? Surely, love is not memory. That is very difficult for us to understand because for most of us, love is memory. When you say that you love your wife or your husband, what do you mean by that? Do you love that which gives you pleasure? Do you love that with which you have identified yourself and which you recognize as belonging to you? Please, these are facts; I am not inventing anything, so don’t look horrified.

… It is the image, the symbol of “my wife” or “my husband” that we love, or think we love, not the living individual. I don’t know my wife or my husband at all; and I can never know that person as long as knowing means recognition. For recognition is based on memory—memory of pleasure and pain, memory of the things I have lived for, agonized over, the things I possess and to which I am attached. How can I love when there is fear, sorrow, loneliness, the shadow of despair? How can an ambitious man love? And we are all very ambitious, however honourably.

So, really to find out what love is, we must die to the past, to all our emotions, the good and the bad—die effortlessly, as we would to a poisonous thing, because we understand it.

MAY 6