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There are two extremes in the way people can look at the world.
1)Depressing Realist: Everything has a physical or chemical explanation. There is no love, hate, or good will. We are just a complex box of switches, a biological computer running some nifty AI code. There is nothing beyond the real.
2)Hopeless Romantic: The real is just a scaffold upon which to build our souls. Love and soul (and soulmates too) are abstract things, but they exist, and when the real is gone, everything we built on it will carry on.
If (1) was.. well, 1, and (2) was 10, I'd rate myself as a 7.
I refuse to accept that I am just a computer, ticking away in my biological routines, reading in the stimuli and producing a reaction based on a set of rules. That makes life so... pointless.
Yes, the physical sensation you get when in love is caused by chemical reactions in the brain, but I hope there's more to love than the just physical aspect...
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