The mere idea of an everlasting, transcendental love is ridiculous, but if you tell people love is nothing but a delusional mirage created by certain chemicals - and desire is just a bunch of similar chemicals, and that sex is just a bodily need and not culmination of love into something which is an earth-shattering event - you are perceived as a freaky sci-rat who's spent more time studying those chemicals than actually falling in love, and whose life is screwed by his rationality. But it's true, and no one wants to see it that way. So you keep shut coz otherwise they would crucify you or institutionalise you. The way I see it, if someone chooses to believe in a fantasy to the extent that they perceive the fantasy to be real, then there's nothing that can be done. Science can't fight faith, especially faith in a fantasy.

There are times however, when the ridicule takes place of...well, jealousy. To be totally honest, the couple sitting on the beach, sharing something personal, does not look that ridiculous. In fact, they look very genuine. At such moments, I am definitely jealous. After all, jealousy is nothing but a set of beliefs which come true under a set of conditions. Certain chemicals involved, certain biochemical pathways traversed from brain to some specific organs would give rise to jealousy too. And if that rational explanation results in something totally ridiculous as jealousy, which still feels so damn real, then love must be real too.