Love?

What IS human love,..especially the love between a man and a woman? T.S. Eliot provides a metaphor for it:

"At the still point of the turning world.

Neither flesh nor fleshless; Neither from nor towards; at the still point, the dance is.

But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,

Where past and future are gathered, Neither movement from nor towards.

Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point,..the still point.."


MY OWN REFECTIONS FROM WHAT I WAS THINKING LAST NIGHT:

And there is always the love that one's heart is supposed to feel for the other folks around. Idealistically,..one's heart,..open and loving,..should reel in others into itself.

Love is supposed to be the vehicle,..that bears the whole world on it's shoulders.

And one should not have to insert the word,.."love," into one's name online or offline for others to know that one is a loving person!