There’s a line in St. Augustine’s Confessions that (even though I haven’t read it in full) had stuck to me ever since I read it as a seventeen-year-old: “ Pondus meum amor meus ; eo feror, quocunque feror ”, or, in English: “My weight is my love, it takes me wherever I go.” [i]           This is indeed very true upon self-reflection. Love draws us to whatever it is we love. It pulls us to our beloved. As Dr. Peter Kreeft puts it, “love is our spiritual gravity, our mass, our density – and our destiny” [ii] . Our love for food draws us to it at times of hunger, we want to run to our beloved friends every time we feel miserable, we might resort to our love for wine to numb ourselves a little bit during moments of stress, or we might to turn to the God of Love when we are spiritually lost. Love indeed moves us away from ourselves to unite ourselves to another. Love takes us from the mere “I” and puts us to the “we”: “I and my favorite food”, Me and my friends”, “The Lo