“Love is…” a stupid comic in the classified section with a couple of naked kids in it.
an only go so far as well. They don’t even have a conscious concept of what love is. One duck doesn’t turn to the other duck and say, “I *quack* you.” Hell, it barely just says, “quack quack quack”. Which could just as well mean, “Hey look, there’s a fish.” Ducks don’t know love like, say, people.
“People love” - now this is the one that we are all familiar with. We have sculptures, literature, songs devoted to love. How great is the magnitude between an earthworm’s understanding of love and a duck’s understanding of love? It’s almost immeasurable. And likewise, how much is the difference between the duck’s understanding of love and a human’s? Pretty darn great as well, right? We have the great romances of history and literature. We have Anthony and Cleopatra and Romeo and Juliet. Of course, we have divorce, one night stand’s, and that sexual disorder which causes people to be sexually aroused by amputees. We have such a conscious, intentional understanding of love that it gets in the way of our relationships 90% of the time.
Ducks? They just find a mate that they like and spend the rest of their lives with them. When one duck dies, the other does not find a new mate. Sometimes, the single duck dies soon after. Maybe people don’t know love that well at all. We just write and paint as if we do.
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Why are we attracted to the people we are attracted to? Maybe the other person is physically well-built on the principals of the divine
ratio. Maybe that other person exudes an exceptional amount of pheromones. I once thought that sometimes it was that whole thing about the other person being a person like yourself, or sometimes being a person that you want to be like.
I think too much. I think too much.
I think…
Sometimes you just like someone. And that’s all there is to it.
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Is that “love at first sight”? Personally I don’t believe in that. I believe love at first sight is an afterthought - a fortunate, tho not entirely uncommon coincidence. I think true love can only develop over time. And when it does, it floats happily on the water, with its feathered mate, till the end of days.
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