Plato offered us little the Aristotelians did not take back.
Later Spinoza rationalised our approach;
we were taught that love is an intellectual mode of our being.
Yet Hume questioned the very existence of lover or loved.
The self he left us with was what Kant failed to transcend or Hegel to dissolve:
that grey subject of dread that Sorren Kierkegaard depicted
crossing its thousands of fathoms;
the beast that rages through history;
that presides smiling at the councils of the positivists.