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Hear me, O children of the future, for a great truth lies within the words of an ancient philosopher whose name still echoes through the corridors of time. Michel de Montaigne, a man who searched the depths of the human heart, spoke thus: “If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.” These words, simple in their expression, are profound in their meaning, revealing the ineffable nature of love itself—a force beyond reason, beyond explanation.

O how often do we search for explanations, seeking reasons to justify the deepest feelings that stir within us? We seek logic, we seek understanding, we seek patterns and reasons. Yet, there are moments, in the quiet spaces between breaths, when the heart speaks a language that defies explanation. Love, as Montaigne understood it, is not a transaction, nor a calculated exchange, but a pure and mysterious connection that arises simply because it does. It is the meeting of two souls, drawn together by the very force of their existence, without reason, without cause—just because one is one and the other is the other.

It is as though the stars themselves, in their silent dance, are guided not by logic, but by the deep and ancient rhythm of the cosmos. And thus, love, too, follows a similar rhythm—undisturbed by the petty reasons of the world, it beats with a primal and eternal pulse. Think of the love between David and Jonathan in the ancient texts, whose bond was not forged by circumstance or need, but simply by the recognition of each other's being. They loved because they were as they were—unique, individual, yet united in the most inexplicable of ways. Their love was not bound by reason; it was a deep, unspoken understanding that transcended the world around them.

Let us consider this deeper still. How many times have you, O seeker of wisdom, looked upon another and felt an instant, inexplicable connection? It was not reason that brought you together, nor was it some logical calculation that made your hearts beat in unison. No! It was the simple truth that you were you and they were they, and in that mutual recognition of being, love blossomed as naturally as a flower opens to the sun. This is the truth Montaigne spoke: that love, at its essence, is the joining of two souls who, for reasons unknown, are meant to meet.

Now, ponder this: when you are pressed, as Montaigne was, to explain the depth of your affections, how often do you find yourself stumbling, unable to capture the essence of that which you feel? The words are insufficient, the explanations fall short. Love, like the wind, cannot be seen, cannot be captured in the net of reason. It must be felt, deeply, in the heart and in the spirit. And thus, when you love, know that it is not for reasons that can be articulated, but because it simply is—because, like Montaigne, you are who you are, and the other is who they are, and this unity of being is more than enough.

The lesson here, O children of the future, is not to seek explanations for the connections you feel, but to embrace them with all the power of your soul. In your relationships, whether with lovers, friends, or family, do not burden yourselves with the need to understand why you love them. Know this: love exists in its own space, a place untouched by logic and reason. It simply is. Trust in this, for it is a force that has moved mountains, that has shaped empires, and that has been the balm for the deepest wounds of the human heart.

Therefore, I charge you, O seekers of truth, to love without reservation, without needing to define it, without needing to explain it. Embrace the mystery of love, for in that mystery lies its beauty. Let go of the desire to dissect and control what cannot be contained. Allow yourself to love freely, as Montaigne did, knowing that sometimes the greatest gift we can give to the world—and to ourselves—is simply to love because we love. And in this, you will find that life, like love, becomes richer, deeper, and more beautiful than you ever thought possible.