What is Love? Can we define love? I wonder what Oxford calls love. Bah, don't have a dictionary around me and oxford seems to be charging a fee for searching through their online dictionary. Anyway, I've lost love. Not "my"love, but love. I don't understand love and don't know love. I thought I knew love, well, it was all fairy tale like, until, obviously, realised that she din't see me in that light, or for that matter din't see me in any light at all. Well, I used to believe in true love till about that point, well, the point where I realised about the way she thinks of me. Anyway, thats enough about me. Lets just talk on the general point of love.
There's a definition for a love through that link. Going by the technical definition, love isn't that magical feeling or whatever else its hyped to be. Damn. I've wanted that. Real bad. I'm going to be highly incoherent as I'm just putting down whatever is going through my head so bear with me. This, well, to an imaginary audience, as uptil this point, there's not been a single person who has read this blog.
Anyway, coming back to love. The question I really want to ask is, how do you know when your in love? The hollywood answer would be "you just know", but then we all know that's just something made up by some guy with a long beard and a terrible childhood. Well, thats just me generalising, so if any of you scriptwriters are reading this, don't take it personal. Or, the scriptwriters themselves know what bullcrap they are writing, but continue writing it simply because they know the audience loves it. Well, let me change that "loves" to "likes". I'm going to stop using love in such a liberal manner. Love is used way too liberally for my liking. There's too much "love" being said. I "love" you, I "love" pizza, I "love" Metallica. Will I take my life for pizza? Am I ready to sacrifice myself for Metallica?Bah, "love" is used way too liberally. Back to what I was talking about, the audience, the general public, well not all of them, most of them, including me for a while, and maybe still, wants to believe in that magical feeling called love. Gah, love's got me all confused.
So, what is love? No sir don't know the answer. The bible has an answer:
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. (1 Corinthians 13:1-13)
There it is. Umm...Well, it sounds a bit too perfect. A bit too hollywoody. If love was like this, I wish I was in love. Do we, love, consciously. Is love, a feeling ? An emotion? Or is it a verb?
Is it by choice? Or by default. I wonder if Bacon has written about love. Maybe something titled Of Love? Well, if the bible definition of love, is what love really is; and I'm not a very relegious person, just remembered there was something in the bible like this about love, so googled and found it; then, I'm not really sure I've ever loved anyone. Ha, I'm probably on a "Highway To Hell" then, if there is hell, well, I'll reserve that topic for another time. So, there you go, I've never loved anyone. Never! Now, I'm not a hate mongering sob, and I'm pretty sure I don't sound like one, but I'm just trying to understand love here.
Ha, Francis Bacon has written an essay called "Of Love". Google is the 8th wonder of the world. It's available at http://classiclit.about.com/library/bl-etexts/fbacon/bl-fbacon-lov.htm.
Finally. Love looked at objectively. Love, as a term. As a weakness. But does Bacon refer to what we term "love"or is it a definition of love? It's definitely not a definition of love. It's probably just an observation of the effect of love in man. It also covers what one could call "superficial love". An extremity of "like" due to beauty, intelligence or whatever else one appreciates.
So, I'm back to square one. At the beginning of this post, I believed, that at some point, during my rambling, if I found a meaning, had an epiphany, I would have made use of the time I spent. I haven't achieved anything, I have probably wasted my time. But I know now, that whatever I do, how much ever I try thinking, I will not be able to find a satsifactory definition of love. Or what I believe is love. If love, at the end of it all, is just a word, a term created to lure men, I would feel terribly cheated. Cheated off my time, a moment of my life and off hope. If any of you, reading this, if anyone ever does read this that is, has found the answer, the meaning, please do inform me. I'd be ever in your debt.
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