i often wonder about love. How do you know you found it, or are in it, what the hell is it anyway? It seems like it is a major motivator of many things artistic and many other ventures. Most things that are great were done out of love . Also some terrible atrocities have been committed in the name of love. I tend to get dumb when im i feel i am in love, possibly out of fear. it really cant be all that they say. I mean it seems as though people feel its either harmful to no end, or joyous beyond reason. Is it possible for something to span that wide a range? A vast chasm like that is impossible to fathom. i wonder about the wonder