你问：爱，而不诉诸思维，这是否可能？
你所谓的思维，是指什么？思维，是对苦乐杂陈的记忆所做的回应；记忆，是未圆满的体验所遗留的沉淀；如果没有这些记忆沉淀，就不会有思维。爱，与情绪和感受不同；爱，不能进入思维的领地，而感受与情绪却在思维领地里泛滥。爱，是无烟的纯净火焰，永远充满生机，充满创造，充满喜悦。但这样的爱，对于社会和关系是危险的，所以思维才闯入进来，对爱进行改造、导引、修正，滤掉危险，然后与爱同行。你知道吗？当你爱一个人时，你爱他的全部。你知道爱一个人是何等危险？没有藩篱，不分民族，不求权位，一切呈现其本色价值。这样的人，对于社会是危险分子。
为了让爱呈现，我们必须让记忆止息。只有那些未被彻底、完整领会的体验，才会沉淀为记忆，所以，记忆是经验的残渣，是没有彻悟挑战，所衍生的果。而生活就是面对挑战并作出回应的过程，挑战常新，但回应常旧，因为凡有回应，皆出自内心的约束，都是过去的产物，所以对内心的各种回应，我们必须心领神会，而不是克制、谴责。这意味着，在每一天，全新、圆满、完整地生活。唯有心里有爱，唯有心灵圆满，不执着于名相和思维造作，才能过上完满的生活。唯有爱心处，记忆才能止息，此时一动一静，皆是新生。
——克里希那穆提《生命书：365观心日课》（The Book of Life: Daily Meditations with Krishnamurti）
Memory Negates Love
Is it possible to love without thinking?
What do you mean by thinking? Thinking is a response to memories of pain or pleasure. There is no thinking without the residue which incomplete experience leaves. Love is different from emotion and feeling. Love cannot be brought into the field of thought; whereas feeling and emotion can be brought. Love is a flame without smoke, ever fresh, creative, joyous. Such love is dangerous to society, to relationship. So, thought steps in, modifies, guides it, legalizes it, puts it out of danger; then one can live with it. Do you not know that when you love someone, you love the whole of mankind? Do you not know how dangerous it is to love man? Then, there is no barrier, no nationality; then, there is no craving for power and position, and things assume their values. Such a man is a danger to society.
For the being of love, the process of memory must come to an end. Memory comes into being only when experience is not fully, completely understood. Memory is only the residue of experience; it is the result of a challenge which is not fully comprehended. Life is a process of challenge and response. Challenge is always new but the response is ever old. This response, which is conditioning, which is the result of the past, must be understood and not disciplined or condemned away. It means living each day anew, fully and completely. This complete living is possible only when there is love, when your heart is full, not with the words nor with the things made by the mind. Only where there is love, memory ceases; then every movement is a rebirth.
MAY 12
