Whenever I start thinking of my love for a person, I am in the habit of immediately drawing radii from my love - from my heart, from the tender nucleus of a personal matter- to monstrously remote points of the universe. Something impels me to measure the consciousness of my love against such unimaginable and incalculable things as the behaviour of nebulae {whose very remoteness seems a form of insanity}, the dreadful pitfalls of eternity, the unknowledgeable beyond the unknown, the helplessness, the cold, the sickening involutions and interpenetrations of space and time.
In this passage, the author expresses an intricate connection between personal love and the vastness of the universe. The act of reflecting on love leads him to conceptualize its reach, drawing parallels between intimate emotions and the immense, incomprehensible phenomena of the cosmos. This comparison highlights the depth and overwhelming nature of love, contrasting it with the coldness and distance of celestial bodies.
The author’s tendency to associate love with distant...
