Red, (is it Erik?), I have been following this thread for a few days . . . you make some fine points about love and are asking (what I feel) are good and deep questions . .. . that I have greatly enjoyed asking myself (so thank you).
I could be wrong, but you don't seem to post here much anymore and over the last year or two . . . the last subject you posted (that I know you posted) . . . really shows an incredible shift from say five years ago . . . enough to even make me stand up and take notice (well done). No, it wasn't a contest, just letting you know I noticed for what its worth.
Regarding love . . . we call so many different thoughts/feelings/emotions "love" that I think we'd all do better with these matters if we had more names rather than just love.
One stalking exercise that I have done, and do again every now and then, was to discern apart all the different thoughts/feelings/emotions we previously called love . . . and I am a bit like you in that I view many of the things we call love are NOT in fact love. For some time I wrote and spoke (in other venues) about the different levels of love *sighs and exhales* but that just doesn't seem to cut it for this new era (for me . . . to me it doesn't seem accurate enough).
I do consider that there is a level of awareness (I call it a "frequency") that when one is in, there can only ever be love flowing out of one for all others. This is a level of extremely expanded awareness in which all things are understood to a very high or spiritual degree . . . at this level there can be no judgment, the ability to judge is not present, and thus there is only love flowing out to all others . . . to every other. The love that flows out, seems to me what we meant when we came up with the label of unconditional love . . . and this state of being, the state of love flowing out, is one of pure joy.
I dare say that this frequency has not been reached often by human beings in our entire human history . . . but those who may have touched on it would be the Jesus's and Buddha's . . . and yet it seems all seek it.
Likewise, I seek it . . . I have tasted it (or come close to tasting it) but a few times . . . but it only took one glimpse, the first taste, to want nothing else in this plane of existance.
Love, to me, real love . . . is like the flame on a birthday cake candle . . . the more you light with that one flame, the flame never diminishes . . . and different from the candle in that the more we love, the more love we have to love with.
What is love? There are no words I have learned for that . . . I could only point at things and say, "here, it is like that."
Love is the flame that burns in me . . . the fire I kindle and add wood to . . . the fire I fuel all I do with.
Love is what roots me center in my beingness . . . the source of all my strength . . . the stemming of all my curiosity.
Love is looking at you . . . in your shininess . . . in your glowing brilliance that IS you . . . in that nameless, faceless, beingness that makes up you . . . different from all the other shiny beings. Beholding you, there is only love.
What IS love? Erik, can you answer it? Can you come up with words that sufficiently embody the whole of love's essence? I know I cannot . . . but I do love trying *warm smiles.*
Thank you for the subject, and thank you for not backing down away from the subject into the petty cynacism regarding love.