What is love?
Is it just the sentimental confection peddled to us in popular culture? Could it be more than the powerful, visceral emotion we feel for our children? We live for it and die for it and long for it and hope for it, but even so perhaps we are too sparing with it?
Maybe love is all we imagine and more. Could it be that love has powers far exceeding the ordinary scope we allow for something as commonplace? Perhaps love is more than a nice optional extra and is, instead, a fundamental reality that drives our existence at a social as well as personal level?
Down through the centuries people like St. Augustine have spoken about love as an energy for social change. They have played with the idea of love as the connection between everybody and everything rather than simply something driven simply by desire.
Could they have been correct when they suggested that all we need is love?