The above Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal cartoon offers a clever rejoinder to the “I don't believe in love” claim. It led me to think of another. One can respond to the claim to disbelieve in love by pointing out that that state of disbelief, and the reasoning that drives it, is every bit as much “just a bunch of chemical reactions” in the brain. And so isn't that stance self-contradictory, akin to saying that one doesn't believe in thought?
One could easily reason from love to one's own existence along the lines Descartes did: I love, therefore I am. And denying that one is oneself a thinking thing – including a thing that thinks thoughts of love – is not being rational, but about as irrational that it is possible to be.
Thoughts? (Or loves, or pains?)