As I look back at all the places I have loved from- energetic harmony, sexual electricity, intellectual alignment- I am certain that none of them could sustain love over a lifetime. The only thing I have ever found that could is a genuine fascination with a woman’s inner world, with the way she organizes reality, with the unfathomable mysteries of her essence. If there is that, if there is an eternal curiosity about her inner life, then there will still be love when the body falls apart, when the perfection projection is shattered, when the sexual charge dissipates. You want to be with someone you want to know about for decades to come. The twinkle in the heart that is always there when she walks into the room. That’s the kind of love that lasts.