What is this thing called love? This, not so simple, question begs for an answer. The symptoms of love are familiar enough. A drifting mooniness in ones behavior and thought; the fact that it seems as though the whole universe has rolled itself up into the person of the beloved, something so wonderful that no one on earth has ever felt about a fellow creature before. Love is ecstasy and torment, freedom, and slavery. Love makes the world go round.
Until recently, scientists wanted nothing to do with love. It is lifes most intense feeling. Anger and fear are emotions that have been researched in labs and can be quantified through measurements such as pulse and breathing rates, muscle contractions, etc. Love cannot be charted or measured. Anger and fear have a definite roll in human survival, love does not. And since it is possible for humans to mate and reproduce without love all the swooning and sighing is beside the point.
Up until the past decade, scientists assumed that love was all in the head. Now research has become more intense. This may be because of the spreading of AIDS, and that casual sex carries mortal
In 1992, anthropologists, William Jankowiak and Edward Fischer conducted a study. They found evidence of romantic love in at least 147 out of the 166 cultures studied. This discovery should be enough to wipe out the idea that love is an invention of the mind rather than a biological fact. Among the things that anthropologists tended to do in the past was ask questions about the courtship and marriage rituals. Weddings can have all the romance of corporate mergers, signed and sealed for the family or territorial interests. More and more scientists are coming to believe that love is truly a biological predisposition. That people are all scientifically fated to love by our genes and chemicals. Many people would just as soon too not want to know.
No one knows exactly how to place this mysterious emotion. It comes in many shapes and forms and different people and cultures celebrate it in different ways. But perhaps it is better that we don not know the scientifics and just enjoy it. Why pull at such a beautiful and wonderful thing and try to pick it apart when to the beholder it is already virtually perfect? The more we try to delve into the puzzling depths of love, the more mysterious it is bound to appear.