I saw weird stuff in that place last night. Weird, strange, sick, twisted, eerie, godless, EVIL stuff...and I want in.
I am physically in love...a lover of the physical. I can describe it, hence it is. (For me)
He who loves the beautiful is called a lover because he partakes of it...with the implication that if those attractive habits change, so too does the relationship. Let it marinade.
I was thinking that most people who claim to be in love have a hard time putting in into words. That fact can be interpreted in one of two ways: Love cannot be examined or that something of that nature should not be examined because it just is...left beyond the minds reach as it were...beyond our intellectual capacity.
On the other hand when one presents the notion of being in love, conceptually speaking examination seems appropriate.
There is the chance that it is not complicated at all, maybe it shouldn't be held as high as it seems to be. There is a simple explanation for it all. Love is physical. It is nothing but a physical response to the one you're attracted. Physical motivation to the sexual impulse. It all comes down to self gratification whether one looks at it from the aesthetic view or the view of a geneticists.
If love is in fact physical then when a couple loses their sexual attraction to one another there is nothing left but obligations to that person if anything. I'm going to go out on a limb and say that it is the same even if you don't believe love to be physical.
Whats the saying? 'Love is like food, sex is like eating food.' The two are hand in hand. Maybe love is physical first then the rest adds on, but again without the physical you have nothing.
Just some thoughts.