What is Love?

Do we know what love is? You know sensation, emotion, desire, feeling, and the mechanism of thoughts, but none of these is love. You love your spouse, your children; you hate war but you practice war. Your love knows hate, envy, ambition, fear; the smoke of these is not love. Power and prestige you love, but power and prestige are evil, corrupting.
Do we know what love is? Never knowing it is the wonder of it, the beauty of it. Never knowing, which does not mean remaining in doubt, nor does it mean despair; it’s the death of yesterday and so the complete uncertainty of tomorrow.
Love has no continuity, nor has death. Only memory and picture in the frame have continuity, but these are mechanical, and even machines wear out, yielding place to new pictures, new memories.
What has continuity is ever decaying, and what decays isn’t death. Love and death are inseparable, and where they are, there’s always destruction.