Wrote the above as a comment to LOVE; A Mystery Finally Solved [read it]
Btw Ecclectic I did enjoy your post. Thank you. The last line is lovely “Love is a knowing”
I should also Thank Ecclectic ever so much, for lancing this gargantuan burden that’s been growing on me. To put into words the thoughts brought on after too many Tequilas and eating cheese late at night. And for making me put pen to paper, metaphorically speaking of course, and revive my blog abandoned many seasons ago.
That thought begins with; What if….
Let’s take this slowly. I’m not saying I don’t believe in Love. Perhaps a love agnostic!
Let’s turn this Rubik’s cube of love upside down and puzzle over it.
Like if you were walking, stop right there and without moving your shoulders take a look at your bum. Because we take it so much for granted, love that is, and the bum as well!
We could start by saying; Love does not exist and try to prove it that way. But that would be a bit like driving backwards from the conclusion.
In the beginning man meets woman in the nude. Of course, saves time I suppose! Seriously.
Shamelessly copied here from Cosmos magazine to reinforce my drifting “what if…”
Boy meets girl and the chemistry is explosive. Their eyes lock, their heartbeats race, everyone else in the room just melts away. But far from being some weird, mystical force, sexual attraction is actually quite prosaic.
It’s the product of millions of years of evolution all focussed on one idea: successfully passing your genes on to the next generation. And the whole dating scene is really just people assessing the reproductive potential of prospective mates.
Humans have evolved a plethora of ways to advertise their reproductive value – from chiselled jaws and permanently enlarged mammary glands to complex odours and a raucous sense of humour. The right combination of these features in the right person add together to give you that funny feeling in your stomach we hear so much about.
Good article as articles go!
What if it was just genetics at work?
The glue that bonds the couple and we conveniently give a title: LOVE
How can anyone fall out of love? But we do