“You know why we will never be
together, right?” she asked as we woke up one summer morning the sun streaming
into her happy room. “Because you,” and
she turned to look at me across the pillow, “ are too much of a reductionist. You are too … digital.”
“It is a scientific position,” I said.
“No it isn’t” she said. “It lacks any
analog dimension. It’s short sighted. Love is analog. There is no love in your system.”
She was right of course but I couldn’t
admit it then.
“You think because you got damaged you
could ignore love. ”
“Not exactly,” I said.
“Yes, exactly. Because you don’t love. You like.
But you don’t love. And that
doesn’t make sense because love is everywhere.
In ways that simply don’t compute in your system. “
“I don’t think …”
But she wouldn’t let me even
start. “We have talked about this a
million times. And its cool. But realize the human race selected for love
too – it is something that gives the organism survival value. But you can’t recognize that. And that’s cool too. But I can’t tell you a slightly prickly
personality without love is someone I want to hang with. I love you but I cannot create love in
you. That is up to you. You have to decide you will love. You have to decide you will reach out, break through
your box, and do it without calculation to every single person. And to me.”
She slowly smiled, a sad smile, at me,
got up and kissed my head. ”Love you.”
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