Many times I have asked myself,"What is love." Seeming so simple a question, but yet so hard to define. After much deliberation, I have decided that I do not know. And yet, I fear that I may never know, for if one were to understand everything that happens, were to dissect it as it plays out, one will only go mad with the many layers within. I know that I would not like to read the future, for the same reason I do not want to know the meaning of life. For if one knew that, then the journey would be all for naught. So if God granted me one question, and only one, it would not be,"What is the meaning of life," but rather,"