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What is love? (pg. 3)
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| Sand Leaper |
| Love is a chemical reaction in our brain, designed to make us reproduce. |
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| Lira |
If love had an exact definition, musicians and poets would then have to talk about something as deep as having milk for breakfast instead.
| quote: | Originally posted by Streakfury
Love is not speeding down a motorway at 100mph with someone you care about on the back without a helmet on in the first place. |
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| Laughingfennec |
| the thing i'd like to understand is when you hate but love a person... |
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| Halcyon+On+On |
Hate is one of those thing you can be absolutely sure about - it just comes straight to you, you feel "confirmed" in a way once you say those words..."I hate you".
Love is not the opposite of that, but rather, a suppliment to assured confirmation for prejudice. Love is thought of so eloquently to entail feelings of joy and confirmation of one's own immortality through confirmed breeding environments assured to bring about offspring. Instinct tell us this is right. For this, we know about love. Is it something more? As many people in this thread have indicated, it depends on the person.
Death is an inevitability; the true end is the difference, especially if death is merely a passing into another realm of existence. I believe in much concerning the planes above and below us (if that is properly comparable terminology, seeing as how we like to think of the universe as amorphous). Ultimately though, it comes down to wanting to believe in something - this is the basis for all faithful relationships. Wanting to believe in God; wanting to believe in eternity; wanting to believe that happiness is real and infinite. You must live your desires in life with no limitation - a life forfeit thereof is useless. This is not necessarily a prescribed method, as that would entail a limitation in itself, but finding happiness is something you should hold on to as long as you can - love it while you can.
There are many varying degrees of love as well - love for another is the most commonly assumed form (as evident by the responses of this thread) but it is apparent to the discerning eye that humans have love for many things just as they have hate for things as well. Love of money, love of cars, love of jobs, kids, houses, morals, religion, opposite sex, same sex, skills, techniques, lifestyle. Love can be found anywhere you open your eyes - this is the true beauty of love, and this is what names its presence as something perceivable by those truly beautiful in this world; those who can see love in every aspect of thir life are those most abundant with confirmation, those most faithful within infinity and the neverending placid seas of a horizon bent on the preservation of a halcyon concept. But a cloistered eternity is preserved only by the limited - boundless reaches of faith protrude only from the few who realize that sharing your love with another is the true path towards enlightenment and absolute happiness.
This concentrated love is a limitation in itself as well, but seems to be an inherent flaw within the reasoning of human intent - wouldn't it be perfect if we all truly loved one another as we did our significant others? The world would be a far different place, devoid of much contrast and devoid of any discernable intention. Thus, washed-out love for all is thrown out the window - it can only lead to the downfall of ideals. Love for one person, one entity and the fusion of two ideals for humanity, though - that is true love, that is a concept beyond perfection: 2 once, living as one being. We strive for this in every relationship, whether we are conscious of this or not, a nagging cling beckons us towards one another, logic drives us apart. And thusly, love is destined to be a game repeated by so many and repelled by so many more - it's an infinite loop of counter devotion and a hopeless attempt at tempting the edges of infinity. Beauty, however, can still be found in this concept - two people, skating the edge of an endless cliff, on the brink of sanity and blind devotion towards one-another: how many have experienced something akin to this before? Those who claim they have been in love surely can...
Sometimes people slip off the cliff. Sometimes one partner, sometimes another. True beauty lies in both falling together grasping one another in the cold embrace of infinity's chasms and drifting away into eternal bliss.
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| placebo |
| quote: | Originally posted by Vivid Boy
love is when u got to take a dump but u hold it cause u know that special person has to take a shower in thta same bathroom |
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| Arbiter |
| Humans in this day and age will never experience genuine love. |
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| Sand Leaper |
| quote: | Originally posted by Arbiter
Humans in this day and age will never experience genuine love. |
I'm intrigued as to what genuine love is. |
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| ShadoWolf |
| Love is an illusion. |
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| Sand Leaper |
| quote: | Originally posted by ShadoWolf
Love is an illusion. |
Ignorance is bliss. |
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| Halcyon+On+On |
| quote: | Originally posted by Arbiter
Humans in this day and age will never experience genuine love. |
Sad, isn't it? We've lost our passion in everything we do. No threat of immediate death anymore, just ever-encroaching technology to preserve that we live to "love" again tomorrow.
Genuine love, I suspect, is something you can be sure about, but can never be assured that you will se tomorrow. With online dating, war with buttons and switches, and advancing methods for preserving human life, the passionate love for anything is slowly dying. It's almost as though our fates are recommended and entitled to us - no more uncertainty of faith, just blind devotion towards the idea of love - never, truly, love itself. |
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| ShadoWolf |
| quote: | Originally posted by Halcyon+On+On
Sad, isn't it? We've lost our passion in everything we do. No threat of immediate death anymore, just ever-encroaching technology to preserve that we live to "love" again tomorrow.
Genuine love, I suspect, is something you can be sure about, but can never be assured that you will se tomorrow. With online dating, war with buttons and switches, and advancing methods for preserving human life, the passionate love for anything is slowly dying. It's almost as though our fates are recommended and entitled to us - no more uncertainty of faith, just blind devotion towards the idea of love - never, truly, love itself. |
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| Radagast |
Well it depends. Is that the love between a man
and a woman or the love of a man for a fine Cuban cigar? |
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