everything that we perceive as "alive" is doing its best, in every, single moment, to make life better for itself. life flirts and faints and punishes and rewards -- in order to make life better for itself.
the highest form of love, here, is the rare moment when a living thing can (momentarily) care for someone/something soooo much as to (apparently) care for the other... more than the self.
of course... even that is self-serving. :)
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