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A Philosophy of Love: the Self and the Scented

“Does my heart move because I love someone who is an absolute singularity, or because I love the way someone is?”–Jacques Derrida When I was a teenager, there was a distinction between “love” (with a capital L) and “like.”  Love is something heavy, grown up, and slightly tortured, while like allowed you an out.  You … Continue reading

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