Love

What love is:
Love is an antidote.
It is a language that a fully developed human has picked up for the survival of the race. 
That is why it is often difficult to talk about or to express it in any other language,
as it too is a language.
That came before the words came to us.
However, I believe if something is needed for the survival of the race, then it is worth a shot,
to invoke all the things that came before words,
to try and feel it, every once in a while,
in this rough world.

What love is not:
Love is not an antidote.
And it will not come if you go to it, as if you would to an antidote.
There is not much left to write about what love is not, because we have been at it for a while now,
explaining to each other what something is not.

So if anyway love is,
how can it not be?

That is all one needs to know to carry on. And I believe each of us knows this, if we are a fully developed human.
so what is there to write about, if you already know this, dear reader.

There is. And there must be,
because this is a language we cannot afford to forget, as a race, and as individuals. So all individuals, who as beings only aim for survival, will remember how to love, because the stories and songs are aimed at ensuring the individual's survival and hence the race's.