The heart is a labyrinth where love and pain are intertwined.
The things we admire in men, kindness and generosity, openness, honesty, understanding and feeling, are the concomitants of failure in our system. And those traits we detest, sharpness, greed, acquisitiveness, meanness, egotism and self-interest, are the traits of success.
To try to write love is to confront the muck of language: that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive and impoverished.