Haecceitas

If I could exhaustively give all my reasons for loving someone then I could articulate what someone else might have just as well, and so replace the loved one.  But the loved one is irreplaceable. Therefore I can never exhaustively give all my reasons for loving someone. It follows that every love for a person is somehow infinite – and that there is always more beyond what I could hope to bring to conscious light.

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