@cicerone imposter,
You're right. It is subjective. When my dog died, I felt that more deeply than when my father died. Love may be said to be an expression of meaning. Everything has meaning to me, but each thing has a different meaning. I try to leave it at that.
Years ago when I was a bitter young man, I made light of the term
love after hearing people say that "whatever the question, love is the answer."
I would say, "Love is the answer as long as the question is:
What is so impotent that it is never the answer to anything."
Then many years later, I wrote this about what people call unconditional love.
Suppose you're walking through the woods and you come across a live fly trapped in a spider's web, and the spider is moving in on the fly. Do you:
A . Carefully remove the fly from the spider's web, doing your best to not damage the fly or the web?
B. Carefully remove the fly from the spider's web without giving a damn about the web?
C. Leave the fly in the web, but snap its neck before the spider gets to it, to save the fly any unnecessary suffering?
D. Look around on the ground for a dead bug of some kind (at least as big as a fly). Then free the fly and replace him with the dead bug?
E. Kill the spider, and then release the fly.
F. Kill both the fly and the spider, and then destroy the web, thus putting an end to this nightmare?
G. Set fire to the woods to put a stop to all such future nonsense?
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Of course, true love dictates that I walk away without judging the spider.