I wont go that strong on love. Love Osma bin Laden or Caliph Ibrahim, they will still remain Osama bin Laden and Caliph Ibrahim. The perceived world and what truly it is are two completely different things. We term those as "Paramarthika Satya" (Absolute truth) and "Vyavaharika Satya" (Truth of the perceived world). Both are truths in their own way, and have to be handled at their own levels. Just love would not suffice.
I understand, but it's a matter of perspective. This is mine.
Absolute truth is the place where love already reigns supreme. Using my imagination, from that timeless perspective I look down upon perceived reality, locked into time, moving forward from point to point, seemingly without a purpose, unless seen from outside of space and time; that is to say, from the realm of spirit. It is from this position that love courts the world of perceived truth in order to fulfill it and transform it. At times this hide and seek dance of love is tender, at times like the heated assault of a raging conflagration which threatens to consume all.
Perceived reality could be conceptualized as a play or a story, with bit players carrying the forward movement along the path to it's conclusive finale. Love makes appearances here and there, like the protagonist that the story is built around; and at last, if the ending is a happy one, the protagonist finds absolution, satisfaction, or is elevated in status, crowned king, etc. (whatever the case may be).
But how are we to walk by faith in this present world of perceived reality? By knowing that in the world of absolute truth all has already been done. The ending has been declared from the beginning. In absolute reality, love reigns like a king; in perceived reality, it awaits the crown. And let there be no doubt, the crown is coming one way or another. But until that time, we find it in bits and pieces. Only a little faith is needed.
"Thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven."
Personally, I can't imagine getting in a hurry and in a heated rush of self-effort, trying to "be", or "do". No, I feel no pressure at all. I must stay my hand and await the movement and knowing of the spirit. As the spirit guides, I move. If the spirit does not move, I wait, trembling with a combination of weakness and anticipation. This is the fear and trembling with which we must work out our own salvation. I only shoulder the burdens as they are given me of the spirit, no more, no less.
I embrace ignorance, knowing that the story which was written in eternity is being acted out by us in the temporal. I need understand little more than that. Here is the road, here is the stage, here we go again, turn the page.