See my reply to 8bit I think it puts us on the same page. I say I think because I have absolutely no idea what "page" i'm on. Pour moi, love is the nutella that makes your pair of whole grain bread slices an expedition in ecstasy. It's the silly for your putty. The gummy bear you ate was laced with LSD and you found out when your toes told you. That's love. And it's all good; the sandwich gets gobbled, the putty wasn't that silly in the first place, and your trip is over before you know it. It gives life purpose because you're only here to fart around in the first place. Finally having something that feels significant is gonna make you not wanna die. (shouts out to Kurt Vonnegut). You only realize its useless when you're done having fun and back to farting around again. Same thing with.. anything, really. It's just another high as far as I'm concerned, and that gives it all the more reason to take a hit.