Random Thought on Meaning with little to no coherence

I don't know what love is...I have been married for a couple years, I have a one-year-old son, a "loving" family, caring friends, and many who enjoy talking about and expressing their ideas of what love is and how much it means in their life. For those of you who do this I commend you on discussing an issue that gives meaning to so many people's lives, and at the same time confusing the hell out of people (to be frank). For my Christian friends, I know this would be a prime opportunity to point to Scriptural formulations and examples of God's love for humanity; but pointing to it is one thing, while "knowing" it another. The mystery that encapsulates the holistic response to the term "love" is both where I find comfort and where that comfort is ripped away. Why trust something paradoxical to begin with? Why risk losing oneself in love? It is this mystery that taps into the deep caverns of human pain and suffering, but also the mountains of beautiful, sensuous human pleasure -- It is extremely human, sacred, and unpredictable. Boxing in our love we mold it into something like love, but without love's true paradoxical nature (using societal regulations, values, etc). If love only brings comfort though, is it really love? Unless a society were built on pure love, how could it bring anything but both extremes (comfort and pain)? We must box in our love to keep it from breaking completely into the world suddenly and upsetting human order. We marry into little communities of love -- pleasurable and painful -- and sort them out on a miniature scale (but with extreme emotions, thoughts, actions and reactions). And where we seek to control love feeling that we have a grasp on what it is, we can fail and a marriage can become merely a societal norm devoid of love. Embracing the mystery, embracing the fact that we do not know what love is, that we never have, and never fully will is a good realization to have in a marriage where love is the primary claim and basis for such a commitment. As love's ambiguity and mystery unfolds, a person's grasp on love can fade as well as their marriage. Why would you love someone? What does it mean to love someone? The question is a lifetime in the making, and the someone is a part of the mystery of love. I don't think it's just because we make each other laugh, just because we talk, just because we have similarities. To love a person is to love them for who they are becoming. The someone is always an end in themselves, a person who loves deeply -- who hurts, who bleeds darkening the sky, but whose happiness ushers in a swift sunrise. Why do we love and choose to marry a single person? What leads us to make that judgment about someone? Do they fit categories that we expect them to fit into? Not always? But neither does love fit into our categories. Could it be that we see the face of love in these people? What does it look like? Why are we drawn to it? Why risk it? Because we're human?...