Love is a Crock
The "love" that Hollywood has taught Americans to believe with movies like Ghost, and now, Tristan and Isolde is like Santa Claus, you only believe in it because you are too dumb to know better. It's a myth. One of those bread-and-circuses things to sedate the populace. There are no soulmates, and nobody is "the one" for anybody else, but it sells tickets and it sells books and Valentine's Day cards and compilation CDs. It gets people married and makes money for divorce lawyers. The idea of "love" is big money. It's a psychological comfort too. It gives hope in something that can come at any time. But it doesn't exist. It's just another crutch. Whatever people say in divorce court, their brains clouded by bitter hindsight, they pretty much all believed they had it at one point, they thought they had found the real thing. We get conditioned from the womb to need companionship, to need other people around us, but nobody else can ever make you happy, you know why? They are too busy focusing on making themselves happy.
