que es el amor????....

[moaita]

evan thanx por la recomendacion de los libros... o es el libro? bah en todo caso lo o los voy a leer igual grax.

[Evangelion]

Es un sólo libro, en realidad se llama "El camino abierto del amor" pero en la tapa dice sólo Amor.

El título completo lo dice en el lomo y no tan grande.

Es tamaño bolsillo, de color blanco, con una foto de Osho en la tapa y la palabra Amor en doradoº

[Carnofago]

El amor... es algo dificil de definir. Para empezar, hay diferentes tipos de amor. El amor que uno siente hacia una persona del sexo opuesto, oh el amor que uno siente por otras cosas,c omo su país, una hermosa mañana, su familia, y a algunas pekeñas cosas que nos causan mucha satisfacción...

El amor hacia otra persona... está el amor hormonal, el falso. El que con el tiempo de diluye como agua. Un amor ficticio, que nunca existio. Lleno de mentiras, y engaños. Se proyecta en el ser amado, un ideal, y está persona no es así realmente. Nos enceguecemos... U_U. Ese amor, no será eterno, porque no es real. Es simplemente hormonal, U_U.

Después esta el amor, verdadero, el puro, el que uno realmente siente en el alma. Va mucho más alla de lo físico. Uno aprende a querer a la persona, a pesar de todos sus defectos. Es dificil de explicar... Hmmm, ^__^. Igual, este amor es eterno, ese amor que sienten nuestros abuelos entre ellos U_U. Imaginense bankarse a la misma persona 50 años,... me acuerdo cuando mi abuela murio, mi abuelo se quedo re mal. En cualquier momento, se ponía a llorar porque extrañaba a mi abuela U_U, y bueno, un año y medio después se murio U_U.

Muchas personas no diferencian al verdadero amor, y se terminan casando, y luego se divorcian U_____U.


Después esta el amor, que uno puede sentir por lo que lo rodea. El amor, por su suelo, por su entorno. Por sus amigos, por su familia. Por muchas cosas... Eso es un amor, muy hermoso. Ese es el m;ás grande amor, el que nos ayuda a vivir. A tener esperanzas,a luchar día a día. Ese amor es genial ^__^.

Carnófago.

[Ðimitri.]

el amor...es algo por lo q vos darias vida...a reee...no a mi me parece q el amor es el mejor de los sentimientos...es aaalgo muy pero muy lindo siempre y cuando a otra pesoana te ame sino es una cagada

[Ðimitri.]

hace poco me mandaron un mail q decia q no tenes q enamoraarte del amo sino de una persona q te ame!!!

[Evangelion]

Carnófago, una cosa es el amor, otra muy distinta es el apego.

Que estés 50 o 60 años con otra persona no significa que lo ames. De hecho, la mayoría de las parejas longevas permanecen juntos porque es más cómodo, más fácil. Además, están acostumbrados.

Por otra parte, el amor no es algo definible, es infinito. Lo infinito no se puede definir.

[Nicolás Verdi]

Es simple... el amor es algo que cada uno ve de una forma diferente, porque nadie esta seguro de como es en realidad, y es muy dificil definir, y muy dificil reconocer.
El amor es relativo. Pero a continuación, posteo una cosa (lástima que esta en ingles antiguo, muy jodido de entender) que creo que define bastante bien al amor:

[Sole]

Coincido con Evan en que es indefinible. No se puede definir algo que nunca va a ser concreto e igual en la vida de todos.

[Nicolás Verdi]

*Lesson 15*
This is an excerpt from Deepak Chopra's "The Way of the Wizard". Published by Harmony Books, a division of Crown Publishers, Inc., New York. (ISBN: 0-517-70434-X) If you enjoyed it, you might want to purchase the entire work.
"To the extent you know love, you become love."

"Love is more than an emotion. It is a force of nature and therefore must contain truth."

"When you say the word love, you may catch the feeling, but the essence cannot be spoken."

"The purest love lies where it is least expected--in unattachment."

The purest knight to serve Arthur was Galahad, yet he had in common with the king that he was born out of wedlock. There was no stigma attached to the fact that Galahad was Lancelot's natural son, yet when the day came for him to become the champion of a lady at court, Arthur shook his head and frowned.

"I would not have you be the champion of any noble lady," Arthur declared. Galahad turned scarlet and stammered, "But, my lord, every knight must serve some lady out of the purity of his love."

"What do you know of love?" asked Arthur, his tone so direct that Galahad flushed twice as deeply. "If you are so eager to champion a lady, I will give you three to choose from." The king forthwith sent for Margaret, an old scrubwoman with gray hair and warts on her nose. "Would you serve her out of love, fair knight?" Arthur demanded.

Galahad was bewildered. "I don't understand my lord," he murmured. Arthur gave him a keen look and sent the old woman away. "Bring in another," he commanded. This time a newborn baby girl was ushered in. "If you found Margaret too old and ugly to serve, what about this lady? She is nobly born, and you must admit her beauty." It was certainly true that the baby was quite beautiful, but Galahad was even more confused. He shook his head.

"This love you speak of is a hard master," Arthur said. He sent a third time for a lady, and Arabell, a lovely 12-year-old girl, entered. Galahad looked at her and tried to control his anger. "My lord, she is just a young maiden and my half sister," he said.

"You asked for a lady to serve," Arthur said, "and I have been generous enough to present you with three. Now you must decide."

Galahad looked stunned. "Why do you mock me this way?" he asked.

Arthur raised a hand, and in a moment the great hall was cleared, leaving the two alone. "I am not mocking you," he said. "I am trying to show you something taught me by my master Merlin."

Galahad looked up to see a softened expression on the king's face. "My knights serve ladies out of love, they say," Arthur went on, "and, despite their vows to love chastely, more often than not they feel a passion for the ones they serve, do they not?" Galahad nodded.

"And the more passionately attached they are to the ladies, the more their zeal to serve them?" Arthur asked. The young knight nodded again. "Merlin taught me another way to love," Arthur said. "Consider the old woman, the baby, the young girl, who is your sister. These are all manifestations of the feminine, and as those forms change, what you call love changes with them. When you say you are in love, what you're really saying is that an image you carry around inside has been satisfied.

"This is how attachment begins, with attachment to an image. You may claim to love a woman, but let her betray you with another man and your love will turn to hatred. Why? Because your inner image has been defiled, and since it was that image you loved all along, its betrayal makes you enraged."

"What can be done about this?" asked Galahad.

"Look beyond your emotions, which will always change, and ask what lies behind the image. Images are fantasies; fantasies exist to protect us from something we don't want to face. In this case it is emptiness. Lacking love for yourself, you form an image to cover over the void. That is why being shunned or betrayed in love causes such pain, because the gaping wound of your own need gets exposed."

"Love is considered so beautiful and exalted," Galahad mourned, "but you make it sound horrible."

Arthur smiled. "What usually passes for love can have horrible consequences, but that is not the end of the story. There is a secret to love. Merlin told me the secret many years ago, as I impart it to you: when you can love an old woman, a baby, and a young girl in the same way, you will be free to love beyond mere form. Then the essence of love, which is a universal force, will be unlocked inside you. You will be unattached, which is the silent summons that love must obey."


Understanding the Lesson
When a wizard speaks of love, what he refers to is almost the oppositie of what we call love. To us, love is a highly personal feeling; to a wizard it is a universal force. Falling in love for us is a condition that eventually fades; a wizard doesn't fall in love because he is permanently in the flow of love itself. But the greatest difference has to do with attachment. Attachment arises whenever you say, "I love you because you're mine." This form of love is really an extension of the ego, which always thinks in terms of "I," "me," "mine."
"You mortals call it love when you feel completely attached to another person," Merlin said. "Your fantasy is either to possess someone completely or to be completely possessed. But wizards call it love when they feel no attachment, no possession."

"Isn't that simply indifference?" asked Arthur.

Merlin shook his head. "Indifference has no energy or life to it. A wizard's love is incredibly alive and flows with the energy of the cosmos. For that to happen you must be like an empty vessel. Mortals are so full of ego that there's room for nothing else. A wizard is completely empty; therefore the universe can fill him with love."

Merlin spoke gently, almost tenderly. "Falling in love is a wonderful opportunity for you," he said. "Normally you live safely behind the walls of your own ego. You like your safety there, your lack of vulnerability. Falling in love tears down the walls, at least temporarily. You are exposed and vulnerable, just as you feared, but the overwhelming emotion of love makes this an ecstatic condition rather than the painful one you expected. At its best, falling in love means sharing the unknown with another soul, being willing to step together into the wisdom of uncertainty."

Wizards do not see forms of love as higher or lower--that is the language of judgment, and wizards don't judge. "If your enemy walks past you and insults you," Merlin said, "that is an act of love. The impulse of love started in your enemy's heart, only to be turned into hatred when it passed through the screen of memory. Your past experiences cause the impulse of love to become warped or twisted as it rises to the surface, but make no mistake, any expression would be loving if you could meet it at its source."

"Is it possible to build a bridge from the kind of love mortals feel to the kind you feel?" Arthur asked.

"You don't have to build a bridge, for there is only one kind of love," replied Merlin. "Personal love that you feel for another is a concentrated form of universal love; universal love is an expanded form of personal love. You can experience both to the fullest if you allow yourself to be open."


Living With The Lesson
To some extent we all fall in love with images. We carry these images around inside ourselves, waiting until we find a match for them in the external world. Usually we are searching for someone either to reflect our own self-images or to repair them. One kind of love seeks a mirror, the other wants to add a missing piece. In both cases there is an underlying sense of need. Feeling incomplete in yourself, you try to bolster your lack through someone else.
"If you want to feel love as God feels it, you must fill all your voids, for God can love only from the state of fullness," Merlin advised. To be a perfect lover would mean to have no secret weakness or wound you want someone else to fix for you. Searching out your own voids is the first step, filling them with Being or essence is the second. This process is usually called learning to love yourself, but we must be careful with that term. Too often it is synonymous with learning to love your self-image. In a wizard's eyes self-image is simply ego; it is denial papering over the void of lack.

The real process of learning to love yourself would be better termed learning to love your Self, meaning your spirit. If you honestly look at your past, which is now stored as thousands of memories inside, you will always find a mixed bag--some experiences may have aroused love of self or others, many did not. Memories of shame, guilt, rejection, hatred, resentment, and other unloving feelings cannot be converted to love. These images are what they are. Accept them and move to a higher sense of Self, which is unconnected with memory.

Memory can only lock you into a suffocating sense of your personal past. Beyond memory is the quiet experience of Being, simple awareness without content. This is the region of love, the region of yourself entered through meditation. Many kinds of meditation exist; their tradition in both East and West is guided by the principle that you have a core of Being or essence that can be entered. Access comes not by thinking or feeling. Rather, to meditate is to go directly to the silent region within.

You can get a sense of what it is like to go beyond images through the following exercise: imagine a beautiful woman or handsome man in your mind's eye, someone who represents your ideal object of love. See the person as vividly as you can, then change her or his face making it older and older, until the beauty is gone and what you behold is wizened and wrinkled. Is your feeling of love still as strong as when you started? Most of us find it extremely hard to have the same feelings for a wrinkled, old face as for a young, beautiful one. Can you call it love when a mere change of image causes such an alteration?

"Why does love change?" asked Arthur.

"Because the emotion of love always contains its opposite. The strongest love you feel masks a hatred equally strong," Merlin said. "The only difference is that the love is in blossom while the hatred is still a seed."

Or try this related exercise: think back to a time when someone you deeply loved hurt you. It might have been a moment of indifference or betrayal, or it might have been an act that revealed your beloved wasn't perfect but only human. If you are honest with yourself, you will remember how violently and suddenly love can turn into other feelings. The hatred, jealousy, hurt, or indifference that sprang up was always there in seed form, hidden from sight by the love you preferred to feel. Why did you prefer it? Besides sheer pleasure there is another reason: ego. The kind of love that is attached to another person is really about yourself, because what keeps it going isn't what is real in the beloved but something far more binding--your own need to possess.

When you think you possess someone else, what you're actually doing is finding a way to escape yourself, avoiding your denied fears and weaknesses. Instead of confronting yourself, you look in the mirror of love and see perfect fulfillment in the emotions you feel for your beloved. This is not criticism. As a wizard sees it, love really is a way to experience perfect fulfillment, but it can't happen through fantasy. The mirror of love is a divine way to go beyond ego, but only after you have gotten to the pure flow of Being that lies like a secret jewel inside every feeling of love.

"Remember," Merlin said, "love is not a mere feeling but a universal force, and as such it must contain truth." If you are able to go this deep, you will find that every emotion turns out to be love in disguise. Jealousy and hatred seem to be opposites of love, but they can also be seen as distorted ways to return to love. The jealous person is seeking love but has a distorted way of going about it; the hating person may desperately want love but hates out of despair at ever getting it. Once you stop seeing love as a mere emotion, it makes sense that a universal force is drawing everyone toward it--this is the wizard's love. Thus we should honor every expression of love, however distorted. Though few people may be able to experience universal love at its fullest, all are walking the path toward it.

[Nicolás Verdi]

Jajajaja, no lo quiso leer nadie!. Lo sabía!

[Carnofago]

Posteado por: Evangelion
Carnófago, una cosa es el amor, otra muy distinta es el apego.

Que estés 50 o 60 años con otra persona no significa que lo ames. De hecho, la mayoría de las parejas longevas permanecen juntos porque es más cómodo, más fácil. Además, están acostumbrados.

Por otra parte, el amor no es algo definible, es infinito. Lo infinito no se puede definir.

Lógico que el amor y el apego son cosas diferentes. Pero no veo porque mi abuelo no puede a haber amado a mi abuela. Osea, no me parece que vos me digas que no la amó. CUando yö escuche las cosas que el decía, y vi la relación que tenía antes de que fallesca mi abuela.

Aunke bueno, tu critica está bien hecha de todas formas ^__^.

Carnófago.

P.D: No lei el texto, porque estaba en ingles, y yö no tengo mucho ingles que digamos...

[COMPRO-ORO]

Posteado por: porteño power!
el amor es un sentimiento/droga inventado para estupidizar a la gente y lograr que vea el mundo color de rosa

Que triste estar en tus zapatos si dijiste eso en serio :-/

[**TaLiX ViTeH**]

.....no s epuede explicar...

[Jul Mat Vac]

para mi el amor depende de con kien sea ese amor...
si es amor con flaco flaco es un amor de mierda
si es amor con mina y mina es otro amor de mierda pq el flaco se keda mal pq la mina esta con otra mina
si es amor de flaco a mina de boba pero buena el amor es (para los hombre) una masa pq meten manos por todas parets) para las mujeres tb pq son bobas
si es amor de flaco y una mina de mierda el amor es una mierda (el flaco tb por meterse con semejante bagarto)
si el amor es entre un flaco bueno y una mina (el amor no funca pq el pibe se va a ir con una piba con mas culo y gomas)
si el amor es entre un flaco bobo y una mina el amor no funca pq el flaco se va a ir con otra mina con menos gomas y culo
si el amor es entre un flaco de mierda y una mina de mierda el amor funca pq entre mierda y mierda todo concuerda
salu2

[Nina]

Q SUPERFICIAL

sin ofender


no tiene definicion, no se puede saber si tenes razon o no, como sabes q es el amor......no creo q exista............