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Love as a fixed idea in Psychology ·
"vretence" nice avatar with that floral arrangement

To the human mind, the future is just the sum of past and present experiences.

Is that a mathematical logical process resulting in a sum or an extreme? When does the future actually collide with the present?
Most things we label as "problems" evaporate the very second we pivot toward finding a solution.

A final solution? I’d rather focus my energy on the "problem" itself.
Everything else you wrote is lovely—really grounded, too.
Something about flight now.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rKDi_...eature=related

But in those instances where focusing on a solution is impossible (to caricature: checking if there's anyone available and single within two feet of us), and we choose instead to be "in love with an unattainable object," it implies there is something called a "hidden benefit" driving that behavior.

And that's when we usually say: "I know it's crazy, but I looooove them!"

A fascinating insight. But what if the loss outweighs the bonus? Which is usually the case. That means whether you target the solution or the problem, that "hidden benefit" is always lurking. Bad psychology. On the surface, everything looks clean, but it isn't.

If anyone tries to offer a solution in that situation—especially one that clashes with our feelings—we typically snap: "You don't get it. You've never known 'true love'!"

And until that "hidden benefit" is satisfied some other way, we'll just keep repeating the pattern by choosing "unrequited romances."

Are we all identical, or just similar?

Walt Whitman described it a bit differently in his *Leaves of Grass*.
Love as a fixed idea in Psychology ·
Gerald Ward61 said:And love?


Love is like dreaming you can fly. You can try to map out the lines, use some charcoal logic to mark the borders, pretend you’re an artist applying color to a canvas, but only the dreamer actually understands the mechanics of it.
One single flight matters more than all those broken hearts.
Too many people spend their lives staring up at the sky, bragging about how they once soared.
They didn't. And they never will.