Love is the beginning of a something like a wormhole — a transport which unifies (in select aspects) two or more distinct living positions in timespace through a form of entanglement — across any possible barrier or distance.

It is a living door that we invent (we inwardly vent it)… nurture, sustain, and develop. That the doorway is not physical might seem at first a cruel fact; but with time one develops a much richer expectation.

And the door then exceeds it.