Love, that feeling that eluded even the wisest of Men, Solomon. He couldn't understand how people in love function. It evaded him it eluded him.
However, after observation and interacting with the wise, I have come to a simple conclusion. That Love = Lust.
Please indulge me:
You meet a lady. As a man the first thing that crosses your mind is the woman's body. This is natural. The idea of having her in your hands, the idea of holding her and how it would feel.
She arouses certain instincts in you, instincts that progress to wishing that you can have her.
If getting her, happens, the next progression may be into sex. From where feeling of owning her arise. Its only then that you can claim to have known her and fallen in love. Seeing someone for the first time and claiming you have fallen in love is hogwash.
In the real scheme of things, its obsession that is uncannily mistaken for love. This I say with a full conviction that love has to grow on/upon you. Its something/feeling that has to take time to build up in you.
Thus, my final submission is that, for one to fall in love, there must be that lust, lust in its raw form from a male instinct's point of view.
Anything else is balderdash
However, after observation and interacting with the wise, I have come to a simple conclusion. That Love = Lust.
Please indulge me:
You meet a lady. As a man the first thing that crosses your mind is the woman's body. This is natural. The idea of having her in your hands, the idea of holding her and how it would feel.
She arouses certain instincts in you, instincts that progress to wishing that you can have her.
If getting her, happens, the next progression may be into sex. From where feeling of owning her arise. Its only then that you can claim to have known her and fallen in love. Seeing someone for the first time and claiming you have fallen in love is hogwash.
In the real scheme of things, its obsession that is uncannily mistaken for love. This I say with a full conviction that love has to grow on/upon you. Its something/feeling that has to take time to build up in you.
Thus, my final submission is that, for one to fall in love, there must be that lust, lust in its raw form from a male instinct's point of view.
Anything else is balderdash