This may not belong here, so if it doesn't, feel free to move or delete. A friend commissioned me to write down my thoughts on love. So I put pen to paper, and thought I would share with everyone.


Love.

Such a strange little topic. Still after days of conversation, debate, and exploration I have no definition. Yet, I am tasked to write about it. I wasn't given any context. Not even a prod in the right direction, or any direction for that matter. Just love. Now write. So I sit rather frustrated. Staring at a blank screen, a heart shaped box brimming with ashes, and a mind full of mushroom induced thoughts. Maybe it's not appropriate to write in this state. I digress.

What is love? I don't really care what Shakespeare thought. That is the question. Now for all the hitchhikers out there that may be reading this the answer is simple. 42. You got it all figured out don't you? Good job, have a cookie. For the rest of us. I suppose it's time to take a journey.

Is love a state of mind? A state of being? Is love a law of physics, or is it only a word? Is love binding or fleeting?

These are some of the questions I will attempt, but never actually come close to answering.

Love as a state of mind. Well there you have it. It's in your mind. Working from this assumption, it is easy for one to conclude that your mind is the birthplace of love. Now, if this is true what does that say about the person your in love with? What does it say about yourself? What does it say about love?

Love as a state of being. Can we exist without love? Are we anything more then the embodiment of love? Questions breeding questions. Love as a state of being. I am love. Therefore I can love.

Love as a law of physics. Can the universe exist without love? Would it all just cease to be if love were no longer an option? Maybe love is that fundamental block that finally unifies Einstein's theory of relativity with quantum physics. If only it were that simple.

Love. A word. A title given by humans to illustrate and describe something universally, that we all experience uniquely on an individual basis. This one didn't really lead anywhere. Other then perceived reality.

Binding or fleeting? How many love stories have we heard? Man and women, against it all. Overcoming every hurdle, every transgression against one and other, to be happy and die together when it all come crumbling down around them. Still even in the falling debris they smile. For love has binded them. Or maybe it's fleeting. As much as experience changes the individual, as much as we grow. Our tastes change, our views change. Why wouldn't our love change? Maybe that is all love is. That fleeting moment in the space between time when lovers smile. Just as quickly as that moment came into being, it is taken away and replaced with another.

Well those questions didn't really help much did they. Let's move on then shall we. Where does love originate?

Let's look at the mind. It truly is a wonderful thing. Now speaking from a scientific stand point. Love is nothing more then the brain secreting chemicals to induce feelings. That can't be all it is though? Can it?

Maybe love is the connection between two minds. Thoughts that are so intertwined you could never pinpoint who had it to begin with. Group consciousness?

Is love of the soul? Is there truly only one love out there for everyone? Seems like a waste. Let's expand. There is only one person in the entirety of the cosmos to love me. This suggests something divine. A greater plan. How else would I find this person? If not guided by forces unknown? Or is love the unknown force? Guiding my soul to become intermittently entangled with another throughout eternity? Maybe our soul changes as we as individuals change. Which would mean that our soul mates change. That our love changes with it.

Could love be of the heart? Someone once told me, that as a child they believed the only way to fall in love was for two hearts to be one. Same beat, same rhythm, same speed. This appealed to my child like wonder. Before science could come to ruin my day. As we all know, the heart is a bloody mess of an organ, that is essential to life. Hmmm....is love essential to life? Maybe there is validity to it being of the heart after all.

Well, we have explored many avenues of thought. Opened many doors, but are we any closer to the answer? Being a man who has been in love exactly twice in his life, having experienced it. You would think I would have some grand insight. Some knowledge to share with the masses. I don't.

The best I have for you is this. Love is elusive. Should you ever find you have a firm grasp on it. You'd best enjoy it. Love is effervescent in nature, and all bubbles must pop.