𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

In a previous blog post I talked about cannibalism as a metaphor for love, and now I want to address another very beautiful and interesting metaphor: religion as a metaphor for love.

Just as religion is born from faith in the invisible, love is also about believing in what cannot be measured or guaranteed. It is trusting that the presence of the other has a meaning greater than any explanation.

In religion there are rituals: prayers, chants, symbols that are repeated to give shape to the sacred. Love also invents its own rites. A shared word, an invented greeting, a look that is repeated until it becomes liturgy. Each couple creates its own secret calendar, its own celebrations, and its own small ceremonies that unite them. To love is to ritualize the everyday so that it becomes eternal.

Now, what I find most beautiful about this metaphor is devotion. Sacrifice, in religion, is not just loss: it is surrender, an act of trust. The same is true in love. To love is to offer vulnerability, to open one's heart as if it were an altar, knowing that it may hurt, but believing that this surrender is what gives meaning.

Religion unites people in community, in a “we” that transcends the individual. Love also creates a shared temple: two people who recognize each other as part of something greater than themselves. That “we” is the intimate church of love, where every gesture becomes a symbol and every word a revelation.