The heart has its reasons of

which reason knows nothing

Bascal

A FIERCER SEA
When Romeo hears of Juliet's demise (a report that turns out
to be false), he goes immediately to her masoleum to join
her in death. So mad with grief and intent on their funereal
reunion is he that says to Balthazar, his trusted servant who he
thinks may try to stop him :

But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry

In what I further shall intend to do,
By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint,
And straw this hungry churchyard with thy limb,
The time and my intents are savage-wild,
More fierce and more miserable far
Than emty tigers or the roaring sea.

Love is no less ferocious today. Romeo's anguished cry rings

true because it resonates within the same emotional architecture the Bard intuited. What is the nature of aching loss
and the desperate urge for reunion with those we love? What
makes passion savage and inexorable? Our culture has forgotten that primordial knowledge, now buried beneath layer of
lectures and instructional videotapes. Relationships have taken
on the status of weather, everyone talks about them, but who
knows what to do?

Relationships, affination, loyalty and merturance are
woven so thoroughly into our lives that we lend to presuppose
true abiquity throughout the animal kingdom. But we must
don't know about all this shenanigans.

Love is simultaneous mutual regulation, wherein each
person meets the needs of the other, because neither can provide for his own.

Love is no less ferocious today. Romeo's anguished cry rings

true because it resonates within the same emotional architecture the Bard intuited. What is the nature of aching loss
and the desperate urge for reunion with those we love? What
makes passion savage and inexorable? Our culture has forgotten that primordial knowledge, now buried beneath layer of
lectures and instructional videotapes. Relationships have taken
on the status of weather, everyone talks about them, but who
knows what to do?

That scientific part of love is that science still doesn't
really know what love is. Science may know the symptoms
and effects on the biological side of it, but not really what it
is. I doubt it will ever be possible to learn or understand love
through science alone.

People who need regulation often leave therapy sessions feeling calmer, stronger, safer, more able to handle the
world. Often they don't know why. Nothing obviously helpful
happened - telling a stranger about your pain sounds nothing like a certain recipe for relief. And the feeling inevitably
dwindles, sometimes within minutes, taking the warmth and
security with it. But the longer a patient depends, the more his
stability swells, expanding infinitesimally with ever session as
length is added to a woven cloth with each pass of the shuttle,
each contraction of the loom. And after he weaves enough of
it, the day comes when the patient will unfurl his independence like a pair of spread wings. Free at last, he catches a wind
and rides into other lands.

When anxiety becomes problematic, most people try
vainly to think their way out of trouble. But worry has its roots
in the reptilian brain, minimally responsive to will. As a wise
psychoanalyst once remarked of the autonomic nervous system
(which carries the outgoing fear messages from the reptilian
brain), It's so far from the head it doesn't even know there
is a head (which carries the outgoing fear messages from the
reptilian brain), It's so far from the head it doesn't even know
there is a head.