Love to the End of Doom

Some people think that love can come and go, being subject to the situativeness of personal relations or external circumstances. Thus, they say, one's love could be injured by the partner's imperfection, so that every new sign of it - like lack of beauty, a bad habit or insufficient education - would diminish one's love to that person, especially when compared with somebody else, who seems to be better. Finally, love may fade away and disappear, which is believed to be a source of inter- or intrapersonal conflicts.

I suspect that it is not love what is meant in that case. True love bears a touch of infinity on it, and it cannot be changed nor moderated. This is like mathematics: a very great number can be diminished by a unit, and this may be an almost imperceptible change, while the number remains great enough; however, subtracting many units will make the number small, zero, and even negative. However, subtracting any number from infinity cannot change it at all, and infinity can never be exhausted by any number of finite quantities.

That is, once found, love is bound to last for ever, transcending the very limits of people's life. It should not be mixed with mere amorousness, nor with any kind of interest. For love, it does not matter what the economic or social position of the person loved may be, or what physical or mental virtues he or she may have. Love cannot be influenced by the troubles of life or public opinion. Love is a most durable thing to found one's personality on.

Recalling Aristotle's saying that things that have beginning must also have end, and eternal things cannot have neither beginning nor end, one might wonder how love can form to exist for ever. I would suggest a natural answer: love does not come from nothing, and it does not have neither beginning nor end. One can discover one's love, or meet it, or find it... But the very possibility of love is pre-determined by the whole arrangement of things in the world, and it cannot be dependent on coincidence. That is why love seems to be a kind of fate, an external force beyond human control - and that is why it can appear in an instant, from the first sight, or even without any sight at all.

Still, one cannot be a slave of one's love, since the very idea of love implies freedom and conscious aspiration. Love makes people feel infinity in them, and there can be no universality restricted by external domination. That is why love can become a universal source of creativity too.