Love

Aristotle defined love c. 350 BCE as wishing for anyone the things that we believe to be good, for that person’s sake but not for our own, and procuring goodness for them, as far as lies in our power1. Notions of romantic attachment began to spread through written literature only subsequently, and principally in regions and periods of high economic development2. Nowadays love has a central place in societies the world over.

The texture of familial love ranges from the softest coddling through tender comfort, to gentle soothing and silky pride, into rough play, grating annoyance and sharp reprimand.

The temperature of chosen love rises from a cool ease of friendship through the balm of romance into flames of passion, and molten rapture.

The tastes and smells of quotidian love bathe us in explosions of flavour from the provisions of our garden paradise.

Love sees beauty, is blind to judgement and disinclined to prudence in exercising its transformative powers. A sad heart mourns a lost connection; the heart may break, even literally3 with emotional stress, and yet mend again with supportive care.

I love the wild mountains, the rough sea and the clouds scudding by, even though they can’t love me back. I love the Holocene, our settled era of stable seasons, lands of plenty and oceans teeming with fishes4.

An unloved heart feels lonely yearning. A spurned heart swells with anger; the exploited Holocene seethes with vengeful wrath in advancing climate extremes.

Love nowadays carries so many attributes that we can more easily agree on what it is not. Where there is no love there is fear, discord, cynicism, jealousy, antagonism, animosity, enmity, hatred, conflict, division, sorrow, self-pity … Love, then, happens in the freedom of its own dimension, suffusing our whole being, uncoupling passion from motive, transforming wilful attachments into attentive connections5.


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C.P. Doncaster, Timeline of the Human Condition, star index