Every few weeks my wife asks me to define the difference between love and lust. I usually laugh and then she laughs, because it's so not a one word answer kind of a question. This sort of question usually arises over coffee in the morning or late at night before falling asleep. I'm always torn between the personal and the philosophical answer. I know she knows that I love her and I know that she wants more than simple reassurance. She wants to be sure that she understands the universe and feel reassured that she understands what is happening around her (I still reassure her).
Lust is enjoying geometry in action as part of another human being. Lust is wanting satisfaction right now. List has no memory except for the gambler's memory of the last win and the pain of the last loss. Lust wants band-aids and instant relief. Love finds interest in every sensation.
Is love selfless? Bullshit. Love is as selfish as the ocean. This it shares with lust. True love includes lust but can live without it. True lust rejects out of hand, on a whim. Love is about appearances
and lust can be for things of the mind.
Do I feel love or lust for my iPhone? I'm not really sure. I love the world it gives me access to. I love the world it lets me escape.