Then perhaps the truest counterpoint is this: neither love nor soul owes us an explanation.
We do not need to know the mechanics of breath to breathe. Love, like the soul, moves in a realm before language; it is felt before it is named, lived before it is understood.

Loyalty, on the other hand, feels almost tangible — it can be measured in action, tested over time. It is like rhythm, as you say, a steady pulse that one can follow even in the dark. Love, though, is the song that rides on that rhythm: sometimes harmonious, sometimes dissonant, always elusive. Without rhythm, the song collapses; without the song, the rhythm may endure but feel empty...