You know, I've asked myself, as I'm sure every human has, what is love? Will I find it? I probably have come to the conclusion of many others just like me. No doubt I can find a similar argument on the Internet or whatnot, but I will attempt to write one on my own in the pursuit of my pure mindset without any further outside influence for the moment.

Meeting every new person is an enigma. You don't know what to say, how to say it, what they like, etc. But as we get to know them, we feel as if we are unraveling the labrynth of their personality, that we are finding their deepest core. I am of the belief that is the farthest from the truth. The labrynth cannot be unraveled, cannot be laid bare. It can be destroyed by the flames of pain, hatred, and suffering, but then all that is left is the ashes of what once was. But other than that, the meeting of a new person entangles us within its grasp. The one way to escape is counterintuitive: we simply must not care. We must not care about the mystique, and leave the darkness for another soul to explore. But love, it's this crazy drive to bumble in the dark, to try to find a way in the insensible soul of a person that they themselves cannot navigate. And thus we are ensnared, not by the labrynth of the other, but by the insanity of ourselves.

Yet even the trapped can find bliss. Again, this solution is counterintuitive. We must not search for more. There is a point, it is different for every person, but there is a point where nothing more can be known. That science has yet to explain to us the mannerisms and traits that seem to have no environmental influences. Science cannot unravel these mysteries any more than we with our bare hands can. Instead, we must be content to embrace the mystery that will never be known, and appreciate the art of not being able to see. Appreciating the dark brings out the light, and blinds us with wonder when we do see an explicable, wonderful, humane part of our loved ones shine. For the men who can know without knowing, see without seeing, they can sense without sensing double the purity of the insanity we have called love.

I envy those who have had the patience and the strength of mind to realize that some enigmas should not be attempted or should not be delved into further. For me, the human youth of curiosity drives me on. I don't know when it will stop, but until it does, is it possible for pure love? Is it possible to love without being able to accept that some parts of another will be an eternal unknown, as some of my own soul is unknown to me? Perhaps it is possible, but there will always be a craving for more knowledge. That is not as it should be. We are humans, we are intelligent, but above all we are animals. We have the basic nature to be content with food, water, shelter, and a lover. Animals have a primal knowledge not to pry deeply into such fragile mental matters. I suppose I will have to relearn something that is already known by the most basic of creatures. If this is the curse of humanity, so let it be. The journey will throw pain, sorrow, betrayal. But maybe, just maybe, there will be a basic happiness of an animal along with the trappings of a civilized world.