A Mini-Splintered Thing

Since we still have a little time left in this Hallmark Holiday, let's talk about love. It's often misinterpreted. Love is not about flowers and greeting cards and chocolate, not at its core. It's about feelings, and devotion.¹

The philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche, if you believe Matt Groening,² said this about love:

"Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come."

If nothing else, this proves that love means something different to everyone. Whereas some believe love makes the world go round,³ others are quick to ask: What's love but a second Han demotion?⁴

Love is precious, love is kind. Love stinks. Love is a battlefield. Love is blind.

There are those who believe love means absolutely nothing,⁵ and some for whom it is everything. Others use love to their advantage, getting the smitten to act as a kind of indentured servant, to do their cooking and cleaning and sewing.⁶

But most people get it just about right. Love is many things, but mostly it's about caring for someone so deeply you would do almost anything for them.⁷

Remember: If you love someone, set them free. If they come back to you, you were probably in love with a boomerang.


¹ And chocolate.
² I wouldn't.
³ These people clearly aren't physicists.
⁴ What, you thought he'd keep his rank as Captain? He shot first.
⁵ Tennis players.
⁶ You! Come pleat me!
⁷ Even floss.