On Love
I wouldn’t dare claim to know anything about love, even if I had lived a hundred years. Instead, I can only share what I believe to be the most beautiful love poem ever written, penned by my friend Rumi. In it, he captures the essence of love—briefly and clearly, devoid of moons, tears, and sad farewells:
‘Come to the orchard in Spring.
There is light and wine, and sweethearts
in the pomegranate flowers.
If you do not come, these do not matter.
If you do come, these do not matter.'”
