At least I think thats the line from the opening of Ethereal Downtime. I'm not sure.
Anyway, if love is unanimously believed to be natural and reflexive, then it will reflect not the tragedy of its time it could subvert or the truest, deepest yearning of an individual. Something meant to last, such as love, cannot exist without effort. If it lay untouched and misjudged - or not judged at all- then it will never be experienced. What will be experienced is some tickling away, for a moment, the fear and misery beset in us. ANd that is such a vague reaction, one can easily produce a similar reaction with drugs or adrenaline.
If we do attempt to define and understand love, then we will know for certain if one specific individual is worth being with, or if they're just passing by through one's life. If we do not comprehend love, we will drown in regret, proffer our unrequited affection and forever be uncertain about who to pursue, and whether we even know someone valuable enough to remain indebted to for life.
Long retort (to nothing) short: love is worthless if we do not firstly grasp a definite idea of its purpose as well as its manifestation, tangible or not.
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