Questions that I fear, chapter one. The point of the song is that we are fairly well damaged by the legacy of the romantic poets. We think of love as this thing that is accompanied by strings, and it’s a force for good, and if something bad happens, then that’s not love. And the therapeutic tradition I come from, I used to work in therapy, also says it’s not love if it feels bad. I don’t know so much about that. I don’t know that the Greeks weren’t right. I think they were: that love can eat a path through everything. That it can destroy a lot of things on the way to it’s own objective which is just it’s expression of itself. My step-father loved his family. Now, he mistreated us terribly quite often. But he loved us. Well, that, to me, is something worth commenting on in the hopes of undoing what I see as terrible damage in the way that people talk about love as this benign, comfortable force. It’s not that. It’s wild.