Love is an emotional force which we generate when we reach out to the limits of our capacities, to others and to God, the ideal reaction to the void. This natural activity is the only source of the emotion that makes us feel like hugging ourselves, wrapping our arms around humanity and embracing God. Natural activity is a condition of life so without some we self-destruct. It is also optional; consequently, we all experience love to some extent but not all to the same extent.
If we engaged exclusively in natural activity we could not contain the love we would generate. However, reaching out to the limits of our capacities to others and to God exclusively, though ideal, is also the most difficult reaction to the void. Trying to fill the void or giving up are easier but these choices are not without consequences. Specific to love, when we replace an amount of natural activity with that amount of unnatural activity the love we generate diminishes accordingly.
As we move away from the ideal, giving up is simply more and more of a drag on others. On the other side of the continuum however, as we increase our efforts to fill the void we begin and continue to consume more and more love of others while generating less and less until we reach bottom where we generate no love and too late discover not even the love of God can fill the void in just one of us.
We clearly generate less love than we consume. The wreckage of humanity trying to fill the void with the love of another litters the landscape of life. Furthermore, where there is love in our life there is no room for hate and we are not turning it away. We are in such a self-destructive tragedy. We can try to fill the void with love for an entire lifetime and remain unfulfilled. Yet in a moment of reaching out to the limits of our capacities, to others, and to God we will experience love. Still, we keep trying to fill the void.
(see the last why: poem)