Be good to every one who becomes attached to us; cherish every friend who is by our side; love every one who walks into our life. It must be fate to get acquainted in a huge crowd of people. I feel, the love that Osho talks about, maybe is a kind of pure love beyond the mundane world, which is full of divinity and caritas, and overflows with Buddhist allegorical words and gestures, but, it seems that I cannot see through its true meaning forever