Love? I loathe the word.
Perhaps the most absurd of our human abstractions.
Up there with hope and fear.
A fabulous cocktail of chemicals stirred up in the insular cortex,
A potion of selflessness. False and fleeting.
This adaptation is no more grand than the dance of the vogelkop.

Glands flood our blood with compounds that make us mate and sometimes care for the product of that awkward operation....