The play ‘Phèdre’ on verse by Jean Racine contains a plausible description of love. I always think on and memorize that majestic tragedy applicable to the lives of so many. We will, in my opinion, only learn from tragedies! Another splendid, but quite different, example of love is ‘The Lover’ by Marguerite Duras. Love is, in my mind, an instant consciousness and open-ended, unprejudiced. It’s part and parcel of our eyesight. Love has, in my opinion, nothing to do whatsoever with the reflexive consciousness and mutuality.
I’m talking of my own true feelings, not of the roles we can always choose to play in our daily life or in the theater of life.
We can always choose to play various roles in our daily life or in the theater of life. We pretend. But sometimes life catches up on us.
Reference: See the book 'The existance and the liberty' by J.P. Sartre.