The love (a bang!) you feel for a dog or a cat – or even a cute little squirrel you meet in the park – spurs the release of oxytocin. And, for countless times, in our life, we assemble such artful immature youths in our mind. Imagine yourself sitting alone in a park, watching a cute little beetle and enjoying its movements among the green grasses and yellow leaves. Suddenly, a jogger will come and press that innocent insect under his shoes and you'll see a quivering death, just, in front of your eyes.
Some are weak and others are strong. Obviously, nature's laws are importunate and harsh. I just wanted to know, the anatomy of love... Love that we feel, usually, for creatures with a soul.
