God is not a person, it is an experience. The vision, the experience one has of the universe, of existence, after the dissolution of the ego-center.... When the "I" disappears, what remains is love. When the walls surrounding ego crumble, what remains is love. And that itself is also "God." Hence one cannot know God but one can become God.
Your seed has been covered with so many layers of culture, etiquitte, education, religion, country, that you have completely forgotten that you are here to grow, that you have become a lush green bush full of flowers, fragrance, dancing in the wind and in the rain and in the sun.
It is the deep urge to be one with the whole, the deep urge to dissolve I and thou into one unity. Love is that because we are separated from our own source, out of that separation the desire arises to fall back into the whole, to become one with it.
Truth is an experience, not a belief. Truth never comes by studying about it; truth has to be encountered, truth has to be faced. The person who studies about love is like the person who studies about the Himalayas by looking at the map of the mountains. The map is not the mountain! And if you start believing in the map, you will go on missing the mountain. If you become too much obsessed with the map, the mountain may be there dust in front of you, but still you will not be able to see it. And that's how it is. The mountain is in front of you, but your eyes are full of maps-maps of the mountain, maps about the same mountain, made by different explorers. Somebody has climbed the mountain from the north side, somebody from the east. They have made different maps: Koran, Bible, Gita different maps of the same truth. But you are too full of the maps, too burdened by their weight; you cannot move even an inch. You cannot see the mountain just standing in front of you, virgin snow peaks shining like gold in the morning sun. You don't have the eyes to see it. The prejudiced eye is blind, the heart full of conclusions is dead. Too many a priori assumptions and your intelligence starts losing its sharpness, its beauty, its intensity. It becomes dull. Dull intelligence is what is called intellect. Your so-called intelligentsia are not really intelligent, they are just intellectual. Intellect is a corpse. You can decorate it-you can decorate it with great pearls, diamonds, emeralds, but still a corpse is a corpse. To be alive is a totally different matter.