Let me speak of love and passion between a man and a woman. These two allies are very different. While one tastes fine with the other, love without passion could be as simple as respect, and passion without love might equate to lust. I think that given a choice, many of use would choose love over passion, but the animal in us is strong. The instincts that have driven the procreation of our species are rooted deep in the psyche. Stand close, next to an attractive stranger (opposite sex please), and lightly rub up against them. This (hypothetical) experiment may work better in a crowded room if you don’t want to appear to be too seriously forward, but the passion light can be switched on so quickly. While most of us have learned to manage such advances with grace, dancing away with little more than an unanswered question, there is an opportunity to grab the moment and search for an introduction, and a new meaning on a more Platonic level. It may be that society requires a measure of respect in order to move this encounter to a higher level. Almost all of relationships will live and die somewhere within the realm of respect. There is a danger in being focused on the physical. Most of us have experienced total sexual fulfillment or satisfaction, and this comes after varying degrees of both physical as well as mental intercourse, or we have simply learned to suppress these desires. When our libidos have been satisfied, we are left with respect of our partner, or not. It is in this state of mental union that the relationship will grow and flourish, or wither and die. Sex, and the desire for satisfaction will sometimes covertly drive a conversation, the choice to see one another, or it may be the other more purely human need to satisfy the ego.