Right.
	Interesting argument on what love is, or wether it truly exists.  
I'm not sure 'true love' really exists, having never personally 
experienced it, but I'm not ready to deny the possibility.
	Anyhoo, while reading my homework, came across this neat footnote:

	"...Cicero [defines] love as nothing less than the cherishing of the 
loved person without ceasing and without thought of advantage of any kind."
(_On Friendship_, xxvii, 100)

	Which, to me, sounds pretty right on.
	Been reading a heap of love sonnets too, by various authors.  
They've got various interpretations on the subject.  Kinda pesimistic, 
though (probably 'cus the woman they were writing to kept ignoring them, 
or torturing them).  Sidney, for example, seems to find love a 
non-sufficient illusion that masks carnal desires and lust; the 
more romantic writers separate love from physical desire, content to 
enjoy one without the other.  
	<shrug>
	Personally, I'm still trying to figure it all out... though I 
remember Biles had a neat .sig for a while about it...

	-Mike