I would like to ask, but what is the ends of love? Aristotle mentions that the best love is the moral love, the love of what is good, and self-love that orients ourselves for us is good.
Socrates instructs us towards the transcendental, towards truth, beauty, and goodness. This is a tad ironic though because then he states that he doesn’t know what these are that that all he knows is that he knows nothing except that very fact.
Love comes to use in passion, gratitude. Should that not be it’s own sake?
I find love to be a scary thing because the things that you can naturally love towards you can naturally hate towards. It seems to be a very fine line between what we imagine as love and what we imagine as hate because we have such visceral reactions.
It is because of the love of God that we have a hate of hell, for example, since those ideas appear opposed and give us a natural gradient.
But maybe there is more metaphysics to the story.
I find Socrates argument very fascinating since it is a ladder of sorts that leads to beauty. In a sense love is moral, hence Aristotle’s argument.
I find that love is something I cannot grasp hence I am asking what it is. I am open to all sorts of arguments and poetic statements.