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Love, Just Love

Posted: January 5, 2014 in Love
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Love is invisible.  Whenever you think you see it, you don’t.  What you see is the reflection of love.  Did love exist 10,000 years ago?  I don’t think so.  It is a man-made, or should I say human-made idea.  I don’t think cave women loved their offspring the way mothers love their children now.  I don’t think parents loved each other way back then.  They relied upon each other for survival.  I can just picture, in modern terms, an ancient female who has just realized she is carrying a child, thinking to herself while looking at the likely father, “You better bring home the food and water, motherfucker, because thanks to you I won’t be doing a whole lot of hunting for a pretty long time.”  That wasn’t love.  That was instinct.  Her mate’s instinct was to acquiesce because he needed her to continue his line, to carry his genes into the future.

I don’t know when love was invented.  As an emotion, it is one of the strongest I have ever felt.  I love my children.  I love my sisters and my niece and nephew and brother-in-law.  I love my cousins and my friends.  I love my dog.  My parents are gone but I still feel love for them.  I also love pizza and furry animals.  And the New York Yankees and the New York Giants.  And reading and doing crossword puzzles and playing softball.  How can you tell?  You can’t see my love for any of these people or things.  But you can see reflections of it.  You can witness me hugging my girls.  You can compliment me on my choice of baseball hats.  You can see how, after some holiday time with her east coast family members, I watched the Virgin America jet that was carrying my oldest daughter back to her life in California grow smaller and smaller in the wintery sky, I cried like a baby all the way back out to the car.  Because I love her.  And I miss her.

But the love itself is invisible.  It can’t be touched or felt or smelled or tasted, the way lust can be, or a delicious barbequed steak.  Fear is invisible.  Hate is invisible.  Reflections of them are all we see.  Which, in love’s case is probably a good thing.  Because the people in our lives who reflect back to us the truest idea of ourselves are the ones who love us the most, love us the best.  Love is invisible.  Or is it?

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