Oh, love

We all know love manifests itself in several aspects: family, fraternal love, self-love; love for nature, ideas or activities, “pure” love, etc. Although there are lots of them, certainly we seems to discern between the erotic and the love to “anything”, so it’s probable this can be simplified into two categories: sexual love and asexual love. However, it is not appropriated to see it that way if we want to understand what love is.

The different kinds of love we profess to our country, religion, personal causes or certain people (no libido in between) they all feels like they had the same taste, the same “wavelength” On the other hand erotic love feels so different... Why? Maybe because the love for someone turns into a mirror of our love to ourselves: a vulnerable matter.

Indeed, it’s all about two factors: sex and falling in love. We associate both of them like inherent things to love and from that it emerge that mutation or alternative version of it, that bastard impostor with the same name. Falling in love is that passional magnetic influence that a person exerts to other one (“and vice versa” if there’s luck) by virtue of his/her charms. It’s a process inside the process, in the same way sex it is so. In fact, when the couple is formed, that love is not different from “love in general” The thing is people use to confuse this with “monotony” and they begin to say “no, this is not love, it’s just a couple’s coexistence” so then it turns out that is only love when they “make” love.

With all this I think it is possible now to conceive an homogeneous idea of what love is. The next step is to search the most common and typical in all those loves. Perhaps is that pleasure we feel at being in touch with the people we like, making those things we like to do or admiring such-and-such objects. But is not only pleasure: we are specially attached to some of those things, they affect us... and they do it so because they are unique as we also are and their lost would be irremediable.

So? (... I want to watch TV) ... Well, love is an emotional attachment to certain elements of our reality which because of its own nature we consider them irreplaceable. Wow, lucky guess! No, I’m kidding! This conclusion is the result of... the deep... and elaborated... introspective analysis that with lots of effort I managed to summarize in this post :P

2006, march 28. El Jardín Lúgubre