Love Is Physical

Love in the abstract is a phantasm.
A platitude
Or worse, a license to murder.
If you think, as most organized religions do, that we are primarily spiritual beings, imprisoned within flesh and blood, how easy is it to destroy that flesh and spill that blood. You're simply liberating the spirit within its corporeal prison and sending it back to its author. You may harm, you may terminate the body but the presence within is beyond pain, immortal. In fact the body, no matter the injuries inflicted upon it it, is quite literally immaterial.
Suppose however that the physical is as integral to being as the spiritual.
Suppose, for the sake of argument, that there's nothing beyond the here and now, that we simply live and die along with the rest of the animal kingdom, be it the leaf of a tree or a sea sponge or an elephant or a human being.
Accepting the validity of this argument, the willful destruction of any physical being is intolerable and criminal, because its locus is not in the supposed hereafter but in the demonstrable here and now, where its loss can be seen and felt and experienced by others.
All of which is rather a long-winded way of saying, if you don't love physically, you don't love truly.

This Is Love