Speak Not To Me Of Love
Talk not to me about love. It is not a philosophic construct like identity or perfection. It cannot really be broken down into component parts. It has no atoms or quarks, although many forces. It does not yield to scientific analysis, and to attempt such with expectations of success is to disrespect it.
I care not what the scientist or the philosopher or the monk says about love. I do not care what you have to say about love, unless it is “I love you.” Love has never begged to be discussed. It has not stood upon the highest rooftops and shouted “Discuss me! Debate me intellectually!” It screams “Live me! Be me! Make me real!” It yearns to be and to be experienced. That is love. And I ask of you, learn to be it or learn to let it be.