I was in town yesterday at a rock concert with a good friend of mine, and it was quite delightful. Then, when we left the music auditorium, my friend suggested we go out for a drink and something to eat. So we went to a bargain-priced restaurant in the Old Town and enjoyed polenta with cheese and some mulled wine.
The evening was perfect. We got a little tipsy and talked, and for an hour it was as if the rest of the restaurant had dissolved and all there was was us talking to each other across a small table. No, we weren’t that drunk, but we do have a strong connection.
When we left the restaurant, we started talking about Freddie Mercury and the new biopic about him, Bohemian Rhapsody. And how Freddie left his wealth to the woman he loved the best all his life. Then we talked about love, and how in India there are over three hundred types of love, compared to the four or five or six types handed down to us since the times of the Ancient Greek: eros (romantic or sexual love, or love of beauty), storge (familial love), philia (love of friends and brotherly love), agape (unconditional God-like love), and, in some accounts, pragma (practical, rational love) and philautia (self-love) as well. True, John Alan Lee took the first main types and varied them a bit in his 1973 book Colous of Love: An Exploration of the Ways of Loving, and also included playful love (ludus) and a blend of ludus and eros (mania), but for the most part, writers continue to rehash and recycle definitions for eros, storge, philia, and agape.