Love. What a word which is so overused and thrown around it begins to hurt after a certain amount of time. Love is a state of mind - As is existence. Life is what we interpret, and love is a sector of life which we can interpretate into our cranial cortex. Love is a feeling of compassion and desire towards an object or person - Yes, an object. I know what it feels to love someone, I've experienced it, and it's bittersweet. The bitter section? Rejection, the feeling of someone being 'out of your league'. The sweet part is feeling obligational to do anything knowing that this person is around or amass.
The past decade has seen an explosion of scientific discoveries about the brain, the leading edge of a revolution that promises to change the way we think about ourselves, our relationships, our children, and our society. Science can at last turn its penetrating gaze on humanity's oldest questions. Its revelations stand poised to shatter more than a few modern assumptions about the inner workings of love.
Traditional versions of the mind hold that Passion is a troublesome remnant from humanity's savage past, and the intellectual subjugation of emotion is civilization's triumph. Logical but dubious derivations follow: emotional maturity is synonymous with emotional restraint. Schools can teach children missing emotional skills just as they impart the facts of geometry or history. To feel better, outthink your stubborn and recalcitrant heart. So says convention.
But is love something which can be theorized, or is it a sporadic spraying of affection? I don't believe I'll ever know.
Anyway, what does love mean to you?
The past decade has seen an explosion of scientific discoveries about the brain, the leading edge of a revolution that promises to change the way we think about ourselves, our relationships, our children, and our society. Science can at last turn its penetrating gaze on humanity's oldest questions. Its revelations stand poised to shatter more than a few modern assumptions about the inner workings of love.
Traditional versions of the mind hold that Passion is a troublesome remnant from humanity's savage past, and the intellectual subjugation of emotion is civilization's triumph. Logical but dubious derivations follow: emotional maturity is synonymous with emotional restraint. Schools can teach children missing emotional skills just as they impart the facts of geometry or history. To feel better, outthink your stubborn and recalcitrant heart. So says convention.
But is love something which can be theorized, or is it a sporadic spraying of affection? I don't believe I'll ever know.
Anyway, what does love mean to you?
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