Rabbi Levi Yitzhak of Berdichev in the Ukraine, used to say that he had discovered the meaning of love from a drunken peasant.
The rabbi was visiting the owner of a tavern in the Polish countryside. As he walked in, he saw two peasants at a table. Both
were gloriously in their cups. Arms around each other, they were protesting how much each loved the other.
Suddenly Ivan said to Peter; “Peter, tell me, what hurts me? Bleary-eyed, Peter looked at Ivan: “How do I know what hurts you?”
Ivan’s answer was swift: “If you don’t know what hurts me, how can you say you love me?”