As Valentine's Day quickly approaches (and I seem to have less and less time to dedicate to new pieces), I thought I'd re-post this from last year.
When I was a tyke, my friend Jill and I came up with a song that expressed lyrics to the world (well, to our parents who were forced to listen- and videotape- all of our *charming* ballads) that questioned the reality of that reclusive, yet sublime sensation: “What is love? Wh-wh-wh- what is love? What is love all about? What can I do to find out? I wanna know what it's all about. Tell me now- I wanna know what love is...”
Needless to say, Jill and I did not end up as famous performers or songwriters, yet even as I sit here today, the same inquiries invade my mind: What is love? I know that I have it with my husband, my daughter, my family; I know that I would swim in a vat of dead rodents for them if need be, but actually defining the emotion in words seems impossible to me.
As that eminent day approaches, I scoured the internet in search of the various definitions of the word, in order to get a better idea:
Alright- perhaps these definitions weren't exactly what I was looking for. I'll just leave it up to the experts:
Since I'm still pretty unsure about the definition of what love actually is, I will pose this question to you:
What is love?
p.s.- Ever since I wrote the question I can't seem to get the car scene from “Night at the Roxbury out of my head.