Nature

Who’s capable of love nowadays, anyway? Who can do it? We don’t even believe in love. We don’t expect anything of it, not really. We know the fantasy stuff’s just fantasy. We’re grounded. We’re down to earth.

Speak for yourself.

We know it’s just hormones. It’s just nature’s way of making us reproduce, or whatever. We know it’s just chemicals. It’s evolution. Of course we do. We don’t expect anything of love. We’re not like that anymore. We’ve grown up, haven’t we? We’re not the naïve types we were …

Tawdry realism: is that the lesson of fifteen years of marriage?

Better than your pseudo religious stuff.

This is what maturity looks like.

Then God help us. God – literally – should fucking help us.

 

Nature wants to keep us together long enough to reproduce. Three years, where you’re addicted to each other, can’t live without one another. That’s enough to gestate a baby, see it through the first year of life.

What if we’re not natural? What if we were produced against nature?

Nothing’s against nature.

But what if? What if we’re some fluke? Some flaw?

Fuck you. Nature has the last laugh.

Does it?

 

Everything’s reduced to … hormones and chemicals and Nature capital N. All psychology has become, like, evolutionary psychology. It’s miserable. We, like, know everything, but it’s miserable, and it doesn’t matter that it’s miserable.

You can discount your feelings, right? You can explain them away. Psychological states … Just this feeling, that feeling. Nothing to do with what’s real … You explain yourself away. You can explain everything, and you don’t even have to believe in any of the stuff you say …

And what are you left with? God – these times. So overbearning, and so banal.

 

We don’t believe who we’re told we really are. We can’t believe it. We’re liars. We lie to ourselves – we have to. Because we can’t bear what we supposedly are.

 

No one believe in the grandeur of love anymore. No one believes in the dignity of the lover. 

 

I love you more than anything else in the world: what if I said that? What would it mean? What do I mean when I say that? Is it true, do you think?

You should know.

Should I? Turns out we don’t know anything at all.