I'm just reading Victor Pelevin's book, and I wanted to share this with you people. Have a nice enlightenment.
'So you mean love deceives us? Like a dream?'
'No. Love is something like love, and a dream is a dream. Everything that you do, you do out of nothing but love. Otherwise you would just sit on the ground and howl in terror - or in disgust.'
'But the reason lots of us do what we do has nothing to do with love.'
'Nonsense. They don't do anything at all.'
Victor Pelevin: Hermit and Six toes