I realise that lots of the people I’m with everyday see humanity as an evolutionary occurrence – a movement in the symphony of nature, rather the an intentional, crafted, crescendo that my faith speaks of – and I’m fine with that. I just don’t get the depth of that, because if we are simply machines to make proteins – cases of hormones that can move ourselves around and use tools for the sole reason that this will enable us to stay alive long enough to make more of us to make more proteins – if this is what we are, then what is love?

Love is nothing. Love is a hormonal gush. A dilated pupil, an intricate mesh of non-verbal messages. A detected genetic resonance resulting in an unconscious agreement that any off-spring might be viable.