A Poem, by Artificial Intelligence, Racter.

"At all events my own essays and dissertations about love

and its endless pain and perpetual pleasure will be

known and understood by all of you who read this and

talk or sing or chant about it to your worried friends

or nervous enemies.  Love is the question and the subject

of this essay.  We will commence with a question:  does

steak love lettuce?  This question is implacably

hard and inevitably diffcult to answer.  Here is

a question:  does an electron love a proton,

or does it love a neutron?  Here is a question:  does

a man love a woman or, to be specific and to be

precise, does Bill love Diane?  The interesting

and critical response to this is:  no!  He is

obsessed and infatuated with her.  He is loony

and crazy about her.  That is not the love

of steak and lettuce, of electron and proton and

neutron.  This dissertation will show that the

love of a man and a woman is not the love of

steak and lettuce.  Love is interesting to me

and fascinating to you but it is painful to

Bill and Diane.  That is love!"

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