Is love some kind of encompassing, preexisting truth, alive and independent of us? Or is it – as culture and the media have led us to believe – only as true as we choose to define it, and only as real as we choose to express it?
Is love some kind of encompassing, preexisting truth, alive and independent of us? Or is it – as culture and the media have led us to believe – only as true as we choose to define it, and only as real as we choose to express it?