Love is blind, and from that premise, by examination of the entrapments that none of us, if we’re lucky, avoid, one must conclude reason is also blind. Regarding love’s absence, doesn’t reason examine the evidence, diagnose the indications, identify the curative virtues of the loved one, and predict the future, beginning from the first meeting of eyes? Why wouldn’t reason, when everyone is happy and the unexpected may never occur, coolly conclude the safety of the course? Emotion and reason grapple in an inextricable embrace. Let one contradict the other; no matter. Both are necessary and both are insufficient. It’s a lesson in humility to have no fixed point to leverage the turning world. They dance in circles, dizzy in each other’s arms, first one leading, then the other, both completely mad.