What is love?
For centuries, different people have tried to give different answers to this question. But at least there is no practical answer. I have not met for 6 years of studying this issue, so it will be more objective. I noticed only one pattern: creative people fool the meaning of love with artistic images, and pundits, with the help of love, stick out the superiority of the human race over the rest of the animal world. But real love, without rose-colored glasses, handkerchiefs, bows, without evolutionary perfection, without divine foundations, is not said. I even began to think that love is a beautiful myth for the sublime parasitism of one person on another. Continue reading