grendel

"Why is it that the most unoriginal thing we can say to one another is still the thing we long to hear? 'I love you' is always a quotation."

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"If what I feel is not precise then should I call it love?"

-Jeanette Winterson, "Written on the Body"


I've been giving a lot of thought to the idea of love lately. I've been asking myself repeatedly whether or not I've actually been in love. I think I may have been once, but I'm not sure now. I can't remember.

What the hell is love? Is it based in the sciences? Is love biological? Part of me believes that. It may just be all hormones and firing synapses, but that seems like a smoke and mirrors reduction.

Is it philosophical? Is it only love when it engages the mind? Cerebral love seems eminantly unappealing. Debating love is like arguing over the color of your socks in a dark room.

And another Winterson quote, "Why is the measure of love loss?" Do we only know love when we've lost it? Can we never see it when it's staring right at us, sitting in our laps, grinding lewdly away while looking at us deeply in our eyes?

Tell me boys and girls, what is love to you? Break it down to its essence.

For me the one time I think I truly fell in love is when I threw the girl over my shoulder to carry her to the bedroom and she farted so loudly it hurt my ear. Defenselessness is beautiful. A wall without guards is sublime. She let me into her world, and I fell for her in the worst way.