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LOVE -A Concise, Systematic And Objective Inquiry- "Weaker than a moment, and hot as any fire, |
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Love ... what other energy in the universe is so beautiful and terrible in it's effect yet so frustratingly unexplainable in it's constitution? Love's unequaled capacity to make us blissful is exceeded only by it's ability to make us wretched and disconsolate.
Why is this? In delving into the secret mystery of the unique human misfortune known as "love", our experts have spared no expense and left no stone unturned to bring you useless information and worthless conjecture that will instruct and tantalize while leaving you more confused than ever. Let us scrutinize the various principles of passion and relationship (as they pertain to our current societal condition) in our vain and ultimately fruitless attempt to understand: what is this thing called love?
As with any force of nature and anything that can be perceived or encountered in the human experience, there are unavoidable and inescapable details that are inevitably involved. However, we do not claim to have the ultimate list, or to follow all of the intricacies of each rule to it's categorical and certain resolution. They are not all completely pertinent in every case, and certainly not straightforward by any means, but at least some of them are always there in one manner or another. Love is the most inevitable of our obsessions.
Scientists equate the need or desire for love with the rudimentary biological function which is involved, namely procreation and the continuation of the species or individual ancestral line. This is undoubtedly where this abstraction originates on a purely genetic and instinctual level, yet the human capacity for conceptual thought has transformed the sensation into a tangled web of emotional hunger, sexual confusion and overall psychosis. Get over it, you run but you can't hide.
We may therefore call love a very humanistic social curse, born of an unlikely union between intelligence and carnality, which consequently accounts for it's intensely bizarre cultural character and primitive nature. In all it's horrible beauty, love interrupts the most serious of professions and confounds the greatest of minds, while demanding (almost without fail) the sacrifice of health, position, fortune, and happiness.
The object of our truly emotionally driven attractions How can this be? Frankly, it is the fact that we are basing an overwhelmingly important existence option upon an involuntary and conceptual attraction. We can equate this phenomena in an oversimplified example with the illustration of a man who needs reliable transportation to get to and from work, yet purchases the rusty 1932 chopped Model-T Ford with the bad engine because "I always wanted one, and hey, it looks so cool."
You may take solace in the fact that these lapses in judgment are world-wide and cross-cultural; and unfortunately part and parcel of our human condition. Raw emotion inevitably dulls the senses, clouds the mind and causes some of the most spectacular blunders in mankind's experience. Bill Clinton's cigar insertion preoccupation and Eva Braun's opinion that Hitler was a peachy-keen guy are exquisite examples of poor decisions being based upon an emotional (or sexual) catalyst. Imbeciles fall in love. Opposites attract. The list of people who are or were "in love", yet patently incompatible (due to an irrational emotional fascination) goes on and on. Your name is, has been, or will be inscribed in this catalogue of absurdity, which is deftly and imperturbably overseen by the torrid sphinx we know as love.
We willingly risk love's excruciating misery in the expectation of what we have to gain in the opposite.
Hey, remember, you started it. When it's good, it's very, very good; but when it's bad it really sucks the big wet one. Bear in mind, this is a conscious choice on your part: Even though you will certainly not have the foresight to mentally explore every ghastly avenue of emotional pain and insanity that will manifest itself should the situation deteriorate into the condition of hell that we recognize as break-up, divorce, regret and/or loneliness. Roll the dice baby, and Viva Las Vegas!
When love does present itself, there are few individuals who stop and rationally contemplate the possible nightmare that it may well become. The initial flush of the anesthetic "legerdemain" known as passion makes conjecture concerning heartache an easily disregarded non-issue. If by coincidence you happen to be living love's melancholy nightmare right now, buck up chum, and embrace the suffering; we do these things in an effort to create euphoria knowing full well we will most probably not be happy in perpetuity. The condolence of rejection is in knowing that our pain is normal, and that happiness was never a guaranteed part of the plan.
There is no such thing as true behavioral compromise in a love relationship, only temporary sacrifices in conduct to pacify your romantic interest until it becomes inconvenient or unnecessary.
Women marry men with the expectation that they will change; men marry women with the expectation that they won't. Many people arrive at the juncture in a relationship where they say "I don't know him/her anymore." More likely, you probably didn't know them very well to begin with. Individual adaptations large and small are unavoidable in a love relationship. There is a need and a drive to accommodate certain particular functional and emotional expectations in our significant others to demonstrate our fondness and promote harmony.
An elementary (stupid) yet somewhat universal example: You men generally leave the toilet seat up after you piss, but your mate has the expectation that you will replace it to it's "down position" so that she may avoid falling into the bowl and getting a wet ass in the middle of the night. Initially in your relational association you put the seat down consistently, demonstrating to your companion your consideration and deference for her feelings. Later, as you grow weary of the relationship (or get married and consider it "a done deal") your apathy grows and with the stoicism that increases daily (which is indicative of the cooling or redundant familiarity of such love-type relationships), you begin callously leaving the seat up more and more often. That, along with several other irritating little nuances of your personality (that were until now buried for the sake of "love") surface and become the new norm. The resurgence of these seeming trivialities, while invisible and meaningless to you, build on one another exponentially in her own social milieu until one day, SURPRISE STUPID, "she doesn't know you anymore." (Huh? Wha? Whaddid I do?)
Conversely, for the female manifestation of this adaptational effect, simply substitute "blowjobs" for "replacing the toilet seat to it's down position" in the previous situation.
Love is so powerful and commanding that the How else is it possible to explain people who were once so in love, but now cannot conceive of how they could have made such an unappetizing choice? Love often hurls itself on persons who, apart from their sexual attraction, would be loathsome, miserable and even hateful to each other. Love is an emotion that will make even the most outwardly sensible person overlook everything, misjudge all and blind themselves forever to the object of their affection. In the words of the great Robert Louis Stevenson, "Marriage is a step so grave and decisive that it attracts light-headed, variable men by its very awfulness." Replace the word "marriage" with the word "love" in that statement and you get the general idea.
If convenience and passionate love find each other, Your chances of finding this combination are similar to the likelihood of your being struck by lightning, while simultaneously being attacked by a shark and scratching off your winning lottery ticket. Unless your luck tends to run in the before mentioned extreme, you will in some way have to settle for less than your visualized epitome of devotion in a fashion (or two). But what is an ideal theme for this type of associational forfeiture?
This perhaps is a perfect example of a selection made purely from personal preference, singular ethics and an individual belief system. Shall we overlook our potential mate's disagreeable temperament because of their favorable social status? Or will we forego a certain level of intelligence in our counterpart for physical attractiveness? Or shall we sacrifice all of the above mentioned attributes for money? This sort of relational determination requires the most delicate level of judicious reasoning and progressive contemplation: As life inexorably changes and personal values shift, things that lack a certain level of current personal significance sometimes evolve into issues that are momentous in their scope.
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