As mammals, we have the natural instinct and biological need to mate. To "love."
I don't think falling in love is a magically glorious moment in which you meet your "soulmate."
It's merely a matter of survival and picking the right berry for the juice.
We choose the strongest mate (could either be in the physical or intellectual sense) to have the higher probability of producing offspring, who have a better chance of survival. Seems crucial in a predator-centric world.
No matter what we do, that includes desperately trying to elevate our animalistic nature by calling mating "making love," our instincts are embedded in our nature whether we like it our not.
And that applies for other things.
"War on Terror."
"Religious cleansing."
Putting a fancy word on something doesn't make it less barbarous.
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