Love. It’s hard to stop talking, thinking, listening, writing about it. Directly or indirectly. We talk, think, listen, write about why it consumes us, why it is important, why it is not important, how it is over-discussed, how it is over-looked, how it drives us, how we feel about it, how we feel about feeling it, how we feel it, period.
Why is Love, yes, with a capital “L,” so important, so consuming? Should it be?
I think so. Let us not be mislead about love by greeting card companies, by supermarket romance novels, by luxury car commercials. Love is more than a marketing strategy. Love is more than a passionate kiss. Love is more than all of the actions that we associate with it. Love is more than this world could ever contain, on the planet or in the millions of millions of millions of virtual space ingenuity and some silicon will continue to create.
Love, in its purest form, is divine. I would go so far as to say that Love, in its purest form, is divinity itself.
Ah. There it is. An even larger question than the why-what-how of Love: what is divinity? To be completely honest, I don’t believe that it is a larger question.
To be completely honest, I think that they are the same question.