we didn't
think, there
was nothing to
think about
anyway just
momentum just
this forever moving
this go ahead and
go, don't
look back
in anger or
nostalgia don't
ask yourself
what might have
been there
is no romance there
are no soulmates
we bred
long before we
invented love
it's just a byproduct
of something
or other,
something that
drives us
still standing
moving apart as
you drive away.
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p.s. just b/c i write something it doesn't mean i necessarily believe it. :)
Good, then I won't waste my time debating that love came before human breeding.
Poems afoot!
I tend to think that love came first metaphysically, but I also think we added it to sex after the fact too.
love is a fog I can't see my way out of sometimes; always hoping to bump up against something I can feel.
In Italian there are two ways of saying I love you.
One means "I want to do good things for you" (Ti voglio bene)and the other is more romantic/metaphysical (Ti amo).
nah... let's debate. :)
humans have been around for, like, what-- 4 million years, if you wanna start with the "lucy" era...?
did they love back then, when they were still more or less primates? (not that primates can't love, but...)
i'm not convinced love came first other than, as carlos points out, in the "metaphysical" sense, since i think you could argue that it's at least partly a product of culture.
and, as far as love coming before breeding, i dunno.
breeding is the most basic biological impulse that everything from plants to mosquitos to viruses are driven by. are we going to argue that viruses love, and therefore breed, as we're arguing that humans love, and therefore breed?
i expect there to be 30-something comments by friday... :)
p.s. a book i've been meaning to read is "Denail of Death"-- here's some Wiki on it... please excuse the gendered language, as well as my currently semi-embittered world view... :)
"The Denial of Death is a psychology/philosophy work written by Ernest Becker and published in 1973. It was awarded the Pulitzer prize for general non-fiction in 1974, two months after the author's death. The book builds largely on the works of Søren Kierkegaard, Sigmund Freud, and one of Freud's colleagues, Otto Rank.
The basic premise of The Denial of Death is that human civilization, and almost all human activity associated with it, is ultimately an elaborate, symbolic defense mechanism against the knowledge of our own impending death, which in turn acts as the emotional response to man's basic survival mechanism.
Becker argues that a basic duality in human life exists between the physical world of objects and a symbolic world of human meaning.
Thus, since man has a dualistic nature consisting of a physical self and a symbolic self, man is able to transcend the dilemma of mortality through heroism, a concept involving his symbolic half.
By embarking on what Becker refers to as an "immortality project" (or causa sui), in which he creates or becomes part of something which he feels will outlast him, man feels he has "become" heroic and, henceforth, part of something eternal; something that will never die, compared to his physical body that will die one day.
This, in turn, gives man the feeling that his life has meaning; a purpose; significance in the grand scheme of things.
Random thoughts:
I'm not actually sure what comes first, but it doesn't really matter.
I think the question is whether love is something in and of itself, or whether it is purely culturally bound.
And as an answer, again I say that it is both.
In this way, animals do breed b/c of love, a love for something beyond them, or as Becker seems to feel, a desperateness for something beyond them.
A desperateness to survive and to pass on genes, or a desperateness to feel part of something and to be cared for.
And where does cynical fit in?
I figure all over the place.
:)
Love doesn't exist. There is only the blcak pain of knowing that humanity, generally dosen't give a flying facebook whether you live or die.
Breeding dosen't exist. There is only the blind rutting of two carbon bags desperate for some sort of conformation that there are other animals that they fit inside or that they can fit other animals inside.
Lorneroberts dosen't exist. He has been created by the mothflames to doistract us from our state sponsored loving and breeding. Through him we remember:
Sic Transit Gloria, Glory fades.
!!!
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