A Day for Love

Since last Valentine's Day I've read several books that detail our human origins, books about homo sapiens' emergence from the muck and slime and ethereal dust, from the hunters and the gatherers. I read them and nod; I appreciate the science and the history.

But there's always a point where I diverge, take issue. You can call it Jesus, Buddha, Mohammed. Wonderful Counselor. Mighty Father. 

Or, you can call it love. 

Love is what the theories don't explain, what science has not yet mastered.

I don't think it ever will.