I want to tell you that love is the soul’s recognition of its counterpoint in another. But how can I when I don’t even believe in souls?
Assuming I do believe, though, then what is physical appearance in the equation of love? Joyce is committed to her belief that unattractive people are just not privileged to even dream of finding true love. It’s hard to disagree, because there are facts to face.
But what if today we lived our lives blind? What if today, all we had to base our judgment on was how we felt, intuitively, about the person beside us? What if today, we just loved because we loved, ungoverned by constructs of society, beliefs, appearances, trivial ladder theories and such?
Isn’t love complicated enough on its own?
I imagine if there were a God and the Heavens, it would be this way. Never mind the streets made of pure gold. The best thing about Heaven should be that we’re finally free of human biases.