Love (n.) is a tenacious adventure. The adventurous side is necessary, but equally so is the need for tenacity. To give up at the first hurdle, the first quarrel, is only to distort love. Real love is one that triumphs lastingly, sometimes painfully, over the hurdles erected by time, space and the world.
Love (n.) is an impossibility without risk, like war without death.
Love (n.) is the decision to create a new open set, to knot two interiorities into a new logic of world, a new neighborhood.
Love (n.) is the minimal form of communism. Because love is enthusiasm with two people and politics is enthusiasm with a collective.
Love (n.) is, together with politics, one of the two great figures of social engagement. Love is enthusiasm with two people... politics is enthusiasm with a collective... as such, love is the minimal form of communism.
Love (n.) is when we can say that we have the sky and the sky has nothing.