Love is thought of as a freaking mess. The closest logical explanation of it I know comes from the fictional character of Commander Data of Star Trek: The Next Generation.
He said: "As I experience certain sensory input patterns my mental pathways become accustomed to them. The inputs eventually are anticipated and even missed when absent."
So love is something which you experience which feels good and you would miss it if it were absent.
Come to think about it, that's not really very mystical at all. Love is something which strikes your fancy in a major way. If you got to experience that and you lost it, that would really suck. Where is the magic? I don't see it. It seems pretty clear cut to me.
He said: "As I experience certain sensory input patterns my mental pathways become accustomed to them. The inputs eventually are anticipated and even missed when absent."
So love is something which you experience which feels good and you would miss it if it were absent.
Come to think about it, that's not really very mystical at all. Love is something which strikes your fancy in a major way. If you got to experience that and you lost it, that would really suck. Where is the magic? I don't see it. It seems pretty clear cut to me.
Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former.
Albert Einstein
Albert Einstein
