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ORTEGA Y GASSET
I features of love
Let us begin by talking about love, but not about "love affairs." "Love affairs" are more or less
acciden tal episodes that happen between men and women.
Innumerable factors enter into them which compli cate and entangle their development to such
an ex tent that, by and large, in most "love affairs" there is a little of everything except that
which strictly speak ing deserves to be called love. A psychological analy sis of "love affairs"
and their picturesque casuistry is of great interest; but we would not progress far un less we
first determined what genuine love itself is. Moreover, reducing the study of love to what men
and women feel for one another would be narrowing the subject; indeed, Dante believed that
love moves the sun and the other planets.
Without going to these astronomical proportions, we ought to consider the phenomenon of love
in its many aspects. Not only does man love woman and
woman man, but we love art or science, the mother loves her child, and the religious man
loves God. The immense variety and disparity of the objects into
which love enters will make us cautious in considering certain attributes and qualities as
integral to love which emanate instead from the diverse objects
which may be loved.
For many years much has been said about love af fairs and little about love. Whereas every
age, since the glorious time of Greece, has had some great the
ory of the sentiments, the last two centuries have lacked one. The ancient world was oriented
to that of Plato; subsequently to the doctrine of the Stoics. The
Middle Ages assimilated that of St. Thomas and the Arabs; the seventeenth century fervently
studied Descartes' and Spinoza's theories of passion. There
has not been one great philosopher of the past who did not feel compelled to elaborate his own
theory of the subject. We are not, however, the masters of any attempt, in the grand style, to
systematize the sentiments. Only recently do the works of Pfiinder and Scheler reopen the
issue. In the interim, however, our
inner self has become more and more complex andour perception more subtle.
The application to ourselves of older theories of the affections is clearly insufficient. The idea of
love that St. Thomas gives us, in summing up Greek tradition, is, obviously, erroneous. For
him, love and hate are two forms of desire, appetite, or lust. Love is the de sire for something
good in so far as it is good--concupiscibile circa bonum; hate, a negative desire, a rejection of
evil as such--concupiscibile circa malum. This reveals the confusion between appetites or
desires and sentiments from which all psychology up to the eighteenth century suffered; a
confusion which we again encounter in the Renaissance, though it is transferred to the realm of
esthetics. Thus, Lorenzo the Magnificent says that l'amore è un appetito di bellezza.
But this is one of the most important distinctions which we must make in order to prevent the
very essence of love from slipping through our fingers. Nothing is so fertile in our private lives
as the feeling of love; love even becomes the symbol of fertility. For many things are born out
of a person's love: desire,
thought, volition, action. All these things, however, which grow from love, like the harvest
from a seed, are not love itself, but rather presuppose its existence.
Of course, in some manner or form we also want what we love; but, on the other hand, we
obviously want many things that we do not love, things which
leave us indifferent on a sentimental plane. Desiring a good wine is not loving it, and the drug
addict desires drugs at the same time that he hates them for
their harmful effect.
There is, however, another sounder and more subtle reason for distinguishing between love
and desire.
Desiring something is, without doubt, a move toward possession of that something
("possession" meaning that in some way or other the object should enter our orbit and become
part of us). For this reason, de
sire automatically dies when it is fulfilled; it ends with satisfaction. Love, on the other hand, is
eternally unsatisfied. Desire has a passive character;
when I desire something, what I actually desire is that the object come to me. Being the center
of gravity, I await things to fall down before me. Love,
as we shall see, is the exact reverse of desire, for love is all activity. Instead of the object
coming to me, it is I who go to the object and become part of it. In the act of love, the person
goes out of himself. Love is perhaps the supreme activity which nature affords anyone for
going out of himself toward something
else. It does not gravitate toward me, but I toward it.
St. Augustine, one of those who have thought about love most profoundly and who possessed
perhaps one of the most gigantic erotic temperaments that ever existed, succeeds sometimes
in freeing him self from the interpretation which makes of love a desire or appetite. Thus, he
says with lyric expansiveness: Amor meus, pondus meum: illo feror, quo cumque feror. "My
love is my weight; where it goes I go." Love is a gravitation toward that which is loved.
Spinoza tried to rectify this error and, side-stepping appetites, sought an emotive basis for the
amorous feeling engendered by love; according to him, love must be happiness combined with
knowledge of its cause; hate, on the other hand, sadness combined with knowledge of its
source. Loving something or someone must consist simply in being happy and realizing, at the
same time, that our happiness is produced by that something or someone. Here again we find
love confused with its possible consequences. Who doubts that the lover can find happiness in
his beloved? But it is no less certain that love is some times sad, as sad as death a supreme
and mortal torment. It is more: true love best recognizes itself and, so to speak, measures and
calculates itself by the pain and suffering of which it is capable. The woman in love prefers the
anguish which her beloved causes her to painless indifference. In the letters ad dressed by
Mariana Alcoforado, the Portuguese nun, to her unfaithful seducer, one reads phrases like this:
"I thank you from the bottom of my heart for the desperation you cause me, and I detest the
tranquility in which I lived before I knew you."
"I clearly know what the solution to all my trou bles would be. I would be free from all of them
the moment I stopped loving you. But what a solution! No, I prefer suffering to forgetting you.
Ah! Does this by any chance depend upon me? I cannot reproach myself for having wanted not
to love you for one single moment; and finally you deserve more compas
sion than I, for it is better to suffer all that I suffer than to enjoy the languid pleasures that all
your French lovers offer you." The first letter ends: "Good bye; love me always and make me
suffer still greater tortures." And two centuries later, Mademoiselle de Lespinasse: "I love you
as one ought to love: desperately."