This is something she understands very well: we, humans, don’t have the capacity to love. What we have is a very faint shadow of it, a mirrored image, fuzzy, clouded, blurred. Imperfect. It doesn’t stop us from trying, but it should—it would prevent a lot of hurt, heartbreak. She thinks we should recognize our “love” for what it really is: narcissism, pride, self-worth. We feel we deserve love when it’s not ours at all, whether to give or to have. Love is not that easy.