Indeed, Love - not merely is the word bastardized to sell all manner of unlovely shit - but, as the Bard expands, from an earned [link|http://albionmich.com/valentine.html| insightfulness] -
...
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
\tWithin his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
\tBut bears it out even to the edge of doom.
...
Most folk need to start, practice diligently.. with an animal; alas, many stop there - and some of Those have kids. Poor little bastards. Become just like their parents.
At any rate, there's little of this huge word within the Machiavellian real-'God' of Vulture Capitalism and its acolytes. (Unclear if you can both retain That worship in any next; and also learn anything much? about love, let alone 'Love'. Talk aboutcher dilemmas.
We may get to find out, in years; not decades.
Nice reminder.
moi