I guess people misinterpreted my last sentence as avocating for or implying that there's some non-observable or sublime facet of love. I really don't mean that. I only mean that release of neurotransmitters at a synapse is not even a tiny part of the story. And the idea that there are 'chemicals' or neurotransmitters that make you fall in love is absurd. It matters where the chemicals are. It matters when. And that's ignoring the activity of astrocytes completely.

I am a reductionist. But there's no such thing as a chemical in love. Such descriptions are necessary but not nearly sufficient.

This feels like a complete "no shit"