What Is Love?
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So… What is this thing you hoo-monz call “the Love?”
Is it a weapon, with which I may destroy my enemies?
Is it a device of some kind? Perhaps, employing silicon and galleum arsenide?
Perhaps it is, as the ancients have written a “pretty flower” …
I know nothing of this “LOve” talk.
Love is something invented by bank managers to make us overdrawn.
It’s zero. Anna K get loads of it.
1300 in Sanzhong.
It’s something I’m not getting nearly enough of these days.
its subjective…but it surely it will show you who you truly are even when you think you don’t know
“Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.” --Matt Groening.
Not after I come over later tonight.
The key concepts are selfsacrifice and exclusivity.
It means she gets half, if you don’t get her to sign a pre-nup.
Its all we need.
For once i have to agree with TM !!!
RAMA-KANDRA: No. I don’t mind. The answer is simple. I love my daughter very much. I find her to be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. But where we are from, that is not enough. Every program that is created must have a purpose; if it does not, it is deleted. I went to the Frenchman to save my daughter. You do not understand.
NEO: I just have never…
RAMA-KANDRA: …heard a program speak of love?
NEO: It’s a… human emotion.
RAMA-KANDRA: No, it is a word. What matters is the connection the word implies. I see that you are in love. Can you tell me what you would give to hold on to that connection?
NEO: Anything.
RAMA-KANDRA: Then perhaps the reason you’re here is not so different from the reason I’m here.
Am I the only one who saw this and thought “Does anybody love anybody anyway?” 
Flashback!
For once I have to agree with TM !!![/quote]
Even the blind squirrel finds an acorn once in a while.
Love means nothing.
(It’s a tennis term.)
What did Tina Turner mean, by “…a second-hand emotion”? Did she mean that love only makes sense when there are at least two? Or that we are manipulated by others’ idea of what love is or should be? Or that our hearts become worn down with multiple affairs, like second-hand clothing?
And then she turns around and says that besides love and compassion, “all else are castles built in the air.” I think she gave that one a Buddhist riff, though. (maitri and karuna).
There are two kinds of love.
The hearts a flutter romantic head over heels love. This is mostly the product of hormones and infinite human capacity for delusory imagination. It is very intense but fleeting. And a product of youth - the older you get, the less it happens.
The love built up over the bonds of friendship and time. Not a passionate boil, but a steady simmer. It’s easy to take for granted but is a genuine loss when it’s gone. This is true love. It is not easy to obtain and takes years of work. If you are lucky, maybe you find it once or twice in your life.
Sometimes #1 can evolve into #2.
Wolf: “Who wrote the ‘book of love?’”
Forrest: “Some goddamn liar!”
I think she sang: “I second that emotion”
Love is Electric.