What if Love was actually Science…
…Our minds subconsciously and frenetically working to line up our own idiosyncracies and aspirations with those of another, resulting in an explosive neuro-chemical overload, caffeinated synapses, an emergency signal to the body to break the damn glass and act.
And so we swoon and glow and expand, our limbs grossly imprecise and impulsive, mortars going off, dust flying, blood vessels burning up like fuses, when in actuality it’s a tedious calculation that’s leading the way. We move, clunky like marionettes, at the mercy of these evolved equations we don’t understand and so, at times, fear.
So much dictated by these moments, dreams co-architected, futures decided — a million electrical pulses creating one overwhelming sensation that unfolds in an instant, carrying so much with it, like a hand-sewn picnic blanket full of dishes, clanking in a heap until it effortlessly lays just the right amount of place settings.
When Science wows us the most, it might as well be magic.
And when it reaches us at the same time, when it connects us in a way we can’t explain…
It has to be love.