“Without Love, What Are We Worth? Eighty-Nine Cents! Eighty-Nine Cents Worth Of Chemicals Walking Around Lonely.”

What are we worth without love? Aren’t we less than the beasts, for don’t even they love? What are we worth without love? Aren’t we just science with soul, mind without heart… existant without life?

But, you ask, in terms of measurable proof, in terms of hard capital – without love, what are we worth?

Eighty-nine cents! Eighty-nine cents worth of chemicals walking around lonely.

Falsely yours,
Hawkeye Pierce