Is love just a (second-hand) emotion? Is it a feeling? A disparate group of feelings, glandular responses, and ill-considered commitments called by a single word so that poets will have something to write about? A poor substitute for true friendship imposed upon us by lust? Or the deepest and most satisfying of human conditions?
Is everything we do out of self-love? Do we love solely out of self-love? How if we have special obligations to our loved ones, then does that interfere with our obligations towards complete strangers? How does love interact with moral theories? Most moral theories ignore love and thinks this needs to be addressed. Why should we be moved by views ?
-Perfect person doesn't exist in love. There are only people who are perfect for each other.-
-AO
