«"Um. What about `A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it,
is to love whoever is around to be loved'?"
"Sure," he said. "Tell them I said that."»
Love is what we have that is most important in life. When you do have it in working conditions, you don't know that you do. Just like you don't know that you are young, when you are, or healthy, when you are, or happy, when you are. When you know that you don't have it, you are not missing it entirely, you merely realize its existence, i.e., you realize its absence. The same applies to all the other ailments of life I have just listed. The most obvious explicit manifestation of love is something else: limerence.