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Love affects our perception of time. Those who are ‘in love' perceive time as being either too short or too long, or they do not perceive time at all. This is because, for lovers who are fulfilled, time does not count. For those who are happy in love, time always seems to be too short, and yet the time that is spent without the other seems never-ending.
Love is also a challenge to the passage of time, for those who love have the hope, thanks to their children, of surviving themselves. Their children will resemble them. Their genetic inheritance will be passed on from generation to generation. In a way, love defies time and enables us to have a sense of our own eternity.
But eternity offers itself, right now, to those who love. With love, time no longer counts, except when it is time to part or when it is time to meet again. Otherwise, long hours seem to be only a brief moment. Time is long outside of love and short whithin love. Without love, when one is distressed, every moment is an interminable sufferance. When one is in love, and happy in love, it is as if one is outside of time and one forgets that time is passing. One forgets even that years have passed since we began to love, only to be remembered when a loved one is lost.
Love sees only what interests it, and the inexorable passage of time is not part of what it wants to see. Because lovers want to think that they will love forever, that time will not gain hold on them. They believe that true love can only be eternal, and that passing affairs are not love.
Is it that love is finally caught by the time it dared to scorn, to forget, to defy? Why is it that the most intensely felt love is, so often, so short-lived? Love gives us moments of eternity. But it is difficult to live in eternity and, especially, to remain there. Time, in the end, reasserts itself. But as long as we continue to love, we continue to elude time and avoid that secret anguish of no longer being. For to love is to be more than oneself. It is to expand one's consciousness beyond that which we know all too well: ourselves. Love allows us to forget our limitations and the wearing due to the passage of time.
In time and in space, love is beyond habitual limits and landmarks. Love claims to be unalterable, and extends continuously to new life experiences. Love ceases to be exalted when we learn nothing new and when the passage of time begins weigh on us. And so we return to our dreaming, and in dreaming, we all know, that time does not exist.
