I was reading a book for my World Religions class called "Siddhartha". In it, the main character is constantly looking for a type of spiritual fulfillment, but is caught up and distracted by "worldly pleasures" after casting away his spiritual followings.
Something interesting was said by a woman, who just so happens to be a mistress of sorts, to the main character Siddhartha-
"You are the best lover that I have had. You are stronger than others, more supple, more willing. You have learned my art well, Siddhartha. Some day, when I am older, I will have a child by you. And yet, my dear, you have remained a Samana (note: a type of wandering priest). You do not really love me- you love nobody. Is that not true?"
He responds with-
"Maybe. I am like you. You cannot love either, otherwise how could you practice love as an art? Perhaps people like us cannot love. Ordinary people can - that is their secret".
It really made me think, are some people really incapable of a true sort of love? Do they just wrap themselves up in superficial relationships for a sort of momentary gratification? Or is it true that there really are some who cannot feel love, for whatever reason, whether is be something they choose or something that they cannot help. This is a strange thought to me, as I am a very emotionally-based person. So I'd like to hear what other people's opinions are on the matter. Maybe this can spark up a bit of a debate on something that is usually taken lightly in our society.