The problem with writing about love is that people conflate lust, falling in love, long-term commitment, and the love of a parent for a child. They’re all different and can sometimes transmute from one to another, but you can’t write about them as if they’re all “love” and the feeling of it is as magical for each form. There’s even platonic love.

I totally agree that loves drives everything we do, if you mean one of the 5 types of love. Gee, maybe 6, would love of self be a fundamental force?

And I love your writing - what kind of love is that? Perhaps a frivolous use of the word and yet we all do it. That’s 7. Any more?