On occasion, I am invited to preside at a wedding.  Doing so is a great honor and privilege.  As I prepare my remarks and ponder the weight of the coming moment, I am always struck by the power of love, the compelling power of love that seems to, at some point, draw all of us into its grip.  All of us have enjoyed, in some way, big or small, short or long, the experience of love.  It's part of being human.
     That's the point.  Although some of us may think we cannot live with love, we all must admit that we cannot live without it.  We all need love.
     Yet we do not need love solely because it is good for our survival as a species, although it does sustain us, and we do not need love solely because we are necessarily moral and emotional creatures, although that is certainly true.  We need love because in the absence of love we have no reason to be here.  If love did not exist, though we might exist, we would be nothing, really, nothing at all, even, oddly enough, as we existed.
     To wit, love needs love, and love wouldn't need love if love did not need to exist.
     But it does--because it must.  Why else would we necessarily be?