You can’t diminish love. There is more or less, deeper or lighter, but it all fluctuates, is immeasurable, changes nature, loses context, is sublimated, eclipsed, deepened, cheapened, forgotten, tainted, romanticized, normalized, made weird, and made legend. I love the first potato chip, I love my Dad. Too subjective to be measured, too ubiquitous to be judged, too mercurial to be taken for granted.