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Looking for a perfect explanation of love

I've gone round and round the head. I have spoken aloud, the backwards and forwards over and over again, trying to fit into any definition, pretending to be an architect of words, whose personal experience are the materials that underpin these great buildings converted into emotions. But there was always some crack and construction is just coming down. Everyone knows what happens when not working with top quality material. Although, maybe the key is to look closely at the plans and address any small detail which so far has gone unnoticed. I say that in the simplest little things the greatness of everything. Everything. What is love if not the key to everything? is the answer, as John Lennon.

And so -read this paragraph in a tone of utter despair need to find a sketch that shape to make explanation, which in turn becomes a definition, whether universal or only particular ... because ... because .... I wish ... I want ... understand who I am, what I was and who I'm becoming.

exercise in my research, I begin to turn to the philosophers. Getting to the classics, but I am not convinced. Stendhal called it a "great catastrophe" Voltaire provides dozens of types, not to mention Plato and the damage we has been the misuse of the concept of "Platonic love." And romantic as I am, I feel like jumping out the window when I read scientists of our time engaged in scrutinizing the biological basis of love. It looks like a chemical formula more than a feeling that comes from somewhere more inner parts of the human Intangibles (Note not the bottom: For the record, I love Edward and his book Punset Travel love, I think a must read) . Step

theorizing. I move to the empirical. A sensory. To which I lived. To which I live. What I'm going to tell me that I do not know. I know what love is. Only maybe I'd forgotten. But a little thing like that so Sencillito wonder of literature called The prince reminded me. Well, that and a tingling tremor became transformed into a smile that became hug kiss became hope became once I fell in love. And there, right there, after this concatenation of small processes that were giving way to each other, I knew. And I found the perfect explanation of love. There is another thing ...

... the inevitable desire to help another to be who he is ... who wants to be ... Tan

Rare that much. Is not that perfect? And I felt free. And a better person.