Purple's Platitudes

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Simply Semantics

11 July 2008

Simply Semantics?


Infatuation — completely carried away by unreasoning passion or attraction

Love — (n) a strong affection for or attachment or devotion to a person or persons; a strong, usually passionate affection for a person of the opposite sex

to fall in love — to begin to love, to feel that strong, usually passionate affection

Love — (v) to feel love for, to show love for by embracing, fondling, kissing, to court, to woo, to embrace or kiss as lovers do, to take delight in, to take pleasure in, to feel the emotion of love

Emotion — any specific feeling, complex reactions having both psychical and physical manifestations

Passionate — extreme compelling emotion, intense emotional drive or excitement, strong love or affection, sexual drive, lust

Lust — eagerness to possess or enjoy, a desire to gratify the senses, bodily appetites, to feel an intense sexual desire for someone

Affection — fond or tender feelings, as in for another

Attachment — close affection, devotion, as in to connect, to bond with another, usually meaning an emotional closeness for another

"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 or 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: 4-8 NIV)

Okay, so what’s the point of the dictionary exploration? I don’t think anyone has ever successfully defined what love is, or even what love isn’t. It resists all attempts to define it. We can’t say it is this or that or even not this or not that … not with any certainty. We don’t know where it comes from, when it begins, or sometimes even when it is real or not, after all it could just be hormones or lust or infatuation or something else.

And yet, somehow we do know. At least we think we know. We think we know enough to believe in it, know enough when we think it is "real" for us, despite what everyone else might say even. No one else knows our thoughts, our feelings, so in the end, it is something only we can know — right? And if someone else thinks they know too, obviously if we are mutually attracted and all that, then no one can convince us otherwise. It must be love — well it might be entirely one-sided, unreciprocated, or one of us might be entirely delusional too, but then again … maybe not.

I think the purpose of this today was just to make the age-old point that love defies all logic, all attempts to put it in some box, to define its borders and parameters, even all scientific inquisitional inquiries come up mostly empty. But sometimes, somehow, somewhere inside, we just know … then we have to ask the questions and face the obstacles and choose what to do with our newfound knowledge. There is perhaps nothing else as wonderful as love, and yet nothing else as potentially devastating and disappointing as well, but that digresses into another topic, so for today, I close. In love …

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