I often consider the nature of love. Does it exist outside of
a biological imperative selected through the millennia to facilitate procreation in a naturally gregarious species? Is it truly a connection between two people or just a chemical reaction formed in the pathways of our brain? Artists & philosophers have attempted to describe its nature; elevating it, decrying it, but rarely ignoring it. A Man may build an empire but with no one to share it with will feel hollow and unaccomplished. while the lowliest hermit can find contentment in his cave, devoid of all the things that we use to define ourselves as long as he has Someone to huddle under the blankets with and share the warmth. Love is, ultimately, a validation of the self. Which is why it is so relentlessly pursued.