Preface

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is wing’d Cupid painted blind.
Nor hath love’s mind of any judgment taste.
Wings, and no eyes, figure unheedy haste.
And therefore is love said to be a child,
Because in choice he is so oft beguil’d.
As waggish boys in game themselves forswear,
So the boy Love is perjur’d everywhere.
– Helena

Love marinates the mind to “see”, think, and act in a certain way. A neural scientist would consider this a “top-down” modulation of sensory input. Phew!

This book explores the human mind through such strokes of luck as poetry, dialogue, and music. Welcome!