A colleague asked me today if I was still in love. All I could do was offer this: love is blind, love is relative, love doesn't let you pick, and love can be one of the most beautiful or most foul things in the world. We choose to believe. We've got to believe, because it matters so much to us. Take away the structure of it and then what? You get songs and poems and movies and stories about love gained, love lost, searching for love, looking for love. It's half biological function designed for two humans to stay together and raise children, half social construct, half part of the intangible matter of the universe...
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