One of my professors lectured wildly about love once, yelling,
“When you're in love with someone, that person is the lighthouse of your universe.”
He was a delightful caricature of his position. He went on,
“Nothing means as much without that person.”
A guy in the class repeated, incredulous, half-laughing “so you're saying you cant enjoy, like, a vacation, without someone if you’re really in love with them?”
“Of course not,” the professor replied.
“Not completely. You recognize beauty, but beauty means less if they don’t witness it with you. Beauty is less. You see something sublime and your first thought is that they should be there with you. It’s not as good without them. They illuminate. They make everything more.”
“When you're in love with someone, that person is the lighthouse of your universe.”
He was a delightful caricature of his position. He went on,
“Nothing means as much without that person.”
A guy in the class repeated, incredulous, half-laughing “so you're saying you cant enjoy, like, a vacation, without someone if you’re really in love with them?”
“Of course not,” the professor replied.
“Not completely. You recognize beauty, but beauty means less if they don’t witness it with you. Beauty is less. You see something sublime and your first thought is that they should be there with you. It’s not as good without them. They illuminate. They make everything more.”
