Dear sugar is supported by.
The universe has good news for the lost, lonely, and heartsick.
Sugar is here, the both of us speaking straight into your ears.
I'm Cheryl strayed.
I'm Steve Almond.
This is dear sugar, radio.
Oh, dear son, won't you please share some little sweetness with me?
I check my bell vibes every day.
Oh, in the sugar you see, in my way.
So, Cheryl, it is Valentine's Day, and I love that we get a chance to talk about love, because we're many things, but also we're kind of big sucker romantics.
We are.
I want to read just a brief passage from this novel Stoner, which I adore, by the writer John Williams.
And I think it's the best definition that I found of what love is.
In his extreme youth, Stoner had thought of love as an absolute state of being to which, if one were lucky, one might find access.
In his maturity, he had decided it was the heaven of a false religion toward which one ought to gaze in an amused disbelief, a gently familiar contempt, and an embarrassed nostalgia.
Now, in his middle age, he began to know that it was neither a state of grace nor an illusion.
He saw it as a human act of becoming, a condition that was invented and modified moment by moment and day by day, by the will and the intelligence and the heart.
That's beautiful.
That's the best description that I found to describe the way that I conceive of love, that we carry around all these illusions about it.
And what it really is is something that we build, and it's hard.