Love - it's the compassion that we all show for each other. As a student of a high school, I see all this "love" all the time. I see it in the hallways when boys and girls hold hands. I see it when they say they love each other. But do they really love each other? In order to answer that question, I would have to be a philosopher, which I am obviously not.
So I did the next best thing. I asked a philosopher. Aww...the powers of the internet.
Maybe, though, we can define love, but not by listing its features. What is the alternative to defining something by listing its features? How about a pointing? --whereby I define love ostensively. Raymond Romano gives his twin babies a bath in the kitchen sink, then carefully dries them off, all the time soothing them with his words and touches. I point to the scene on the TV screen and say, "there's love!" Or two old polar bears snuggle on an ice cap, and I point to them, exclaiming, "Now, that's love." What I did, does it count as defining love without providing a list of its features? The ostensive definition might be a bad one ("what are you pointing at, Soble?") , but that seems beside the point. Maybe, though, the alternative to providing a list of features is to sing a song, or play a tune on the violin, or write a poem, or dance across the flower fields, or throw some acrylics on canvas, thereby defining love (impressionistically?) without listing its features.
Man, that was witty. So, I guess that those high schoolers have a false interpretation of love. Not only is it talking the talk, but it is also walking the walk. And, that just might be the secret to life itself.