“Maybe I will always have to love the idea of love or a concept of God more than I can love a person. But then, these things are so difficult to measure – how could you even quantify or compare one love to another? By weight? By volume? And who is to say that loving a person isn’t just loving the idea of that person and not the actual person, all these incomprehensible clots of flesh with all their years gone by and vanished, all their history stored in basements even they cannot reach?”
