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Love Actually

October 17th, 2011 ~ Est. reading time: 1 min, 0 secs

What's love really?

“Bah! It’s just chemicals.”

That’s what Papa once told me.

How can love, the force that brings people together with such intensity and passion, stem from a mere cocktail of biological chemicals?

I refused to believe it.

But blow it; Papa was right. Or was he?

There are powerful hormones at play that make the love chemistry feel right. Feeding infatuation, they make us see no wrong in our partner during those glory days when new passion answers everything.

There is sense in what Papa said and lots of biologists would agree. Certainly the few I’ve met are wedded to a chemical view of love.

But I believe they are missing something. Yes, our first flush of infatuated love does have its roots in hormones. But love is definitely more than that.

When relationships play out and we pass the perfect stage, love has more to offer than pleasure. Instead, mature love (the kind when you love someone without expecting anything in return) is much harder to describe in scientific terms. Inevitably, theories about such selflessness seek to box it up in evolutionary advantage. But this kind of love refuses to be defined and dismissed.

Love like this defies cold reason completely. Instead, it creates inspiration, compassion, and a kind of understanding you can’t get from rationality. Surpassing chemistry, this love reveals the height of humanity.  A power so astounding it speaks of the Divine.

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  1. Noelle says:

    Love… a powerful mystery!