Modern Romanticism

I declare, upon a point I found hindering to decide, that there cannot be a reason to love. No distinguishable, practical reason. There cannot be a useful reason for it in its wide arrangement of symptoms, all discussed of love, as all remain being reminders of what cannot be explained. What would be said? Only what can be repeated, being nothing that can be grasped.

A reason for love?

Any reason has to be, to do so; though, that would sound circular?

If the reason to love is to love, then it should sound similar to the reason to walk is to walk. But one walks for a plethora of reasons, correct? What’s the reason to love, when I look upon who I love? I see those I love, while I cannot do anything besides correct myself on the multitude of wrong answers for love’s sake.

To see the marvel that the Heavens created. To be this lone witness to that which can be given no direct, helpful answers. It is not just a person I see; it is love I see. I see, through eyes of love, upon love’s sight. I find myself giving other people explanations that I can state here are not of love, though of mere admiration. However, admiration has to be different than love, if admiration can be expressed towards a skill. Is love a skill or a talent? I’d vouch for the latter.

Love remedies confusions with its pull towards eternal presence. A presence we did not once believe in, though must always when it gets realized. Its presence, when believed in, cannot be proven, because it cannot be made factual from someone else nor for someone else. We cannot look to someone who is in love to prove that they are in love, because facts are always representations of force; whereas love, if a natural occurrence, cannot be forced. What can be proven of love if we cannot force someone else to love us? What can be proven of why we love when no one can extract that information from us?

If there cannot be a given reason for a thing’s purpose, there is no evidence for its existence. But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. An existence can be given belief when that belief cannot be given evidence. It would mean there is no practical reason nor a practical application of itself to fix what is already present. For if something cannot be given evidence of itself, it never existed until someone believed in it. This means that it cannot be practically applied when it cannot attach to what’s already present.

Love must be an essence that fills the gaps, creating existence out of nothingness.