“Love” is a term that we throw around without reserve. We all are guilty of using the term to refer to things we merely enjoy. “I love that song!” we exclaim whenever the newest catchy tune comes on the radio. “I love (insert word here)” has come to mean that we, at this moment, merely enjoy something for the pleasure it provides us.
Traditionally, love was thought of as an eternal thing, as something that transcended the ways of the world. From Plato, for instance, we get the idea of Platonic Love, a love that transcends base passion and moves toward the contemplation of the ideal. Have we lost interest in understanding a transcendent, ideal love?
