From the book of notes

There is a distinct opportunism in most of our actions. We plan and enact and convince ourselves that everything we are doing is worthwhile. We seek out happiness as a cure for the malignancy of a destitute realization that we might be insignificant. We look for love but find her acolytes and think we have found her. Having loved and lost being better than never having  loved at all is a lie - there is no loss if there was love. Even if there were, it isn't better. We cannot belittle an emotion simply because we find the need to validate our sensory pleasures by thinking we have been there and done that. Chemically speaking, it is not as simple as eating a bar of chocolate. Evolution is not a concept that wholly understands us. It does not factor in the glib vagaries of our flitting hearts, if there is such a thing. There more certainly is. However there are very few of us that have experienced it or ever will. Many of us will dream of it; then those dreams will wilt and die in the humdrum futility of human endeavor. Evolution did not factor in hope. Then again, maybe that is the greatest lie of all. 'Tis only the deserving that shall find their heaven.