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When a person needs to address a personal problem, elaborate a matter that’s on their mind, or learn rewarding conduct, they ought to turn to philosophy and psychology. Yet if that problem, matter, or conduct is love, they’re lost in the desert. These studies have a very small amount of contrived, and ultimately useless, material on the subject of love.

This is suspect, because in a persons life, love typically occupies a very large portion. Everyone has had at least one experience with love. The exceptions to this rule are minuscule. For most it is a reoccurring pursuit, or even a constant one. Why then, is so much attention paid to the individual human condition, when humans, by their very nature, implicate one another in their condition?

Maybe nothing of an objective nature can be produced because of this constant involvement. It’s near-impossible to write about love without projecting ones own experience onto it, wether it be heartbreak or adulation. As a result, any work on the subject of love reads like a personal diary entry. Philosophers and psychologists don’t want to face the hard truth that what they do is a stone’s throw from an elaborate diary. They are thinkers, for consciousness’s sake! Not common emo kids!

Speaking of the devil, the works of artists is the only place you’ll find a lot of material on the subject of love. Writing, music, visual art and film have plenty to say on the subject. Unfortunately, art is beholden to audience approval. As a result, only trite aphorisms and cliches make the cut. Considering all of the quirks and habits of humanity that philosophy and psychology have addressed, and on occasion even subdued, love is long overdue.