Love is the expression of ones values, the greatest reward you can earn for the moral qualities you have achieved in your character and person, the emotional price paid by one man for the joy he receives from another. YOUR morality demands that you divorce your love from values and hand it down to any vagrant,not as a response to his worth, but as response to his need, not as a reward, but as alms, not as payment for his virtues, but as a blank check on his vices. YOUR morality tells you that the purpose of love is to set you free of the bonds of morality, that love is superior to moral judgment, that true love transcends, forgives and survives any manner of evil in its object, and the greater the love the greater the depravity it permits to the loved. To love a man for his virtues is paltry and human, it tells you: to love him for his flaws is divine. To love those worthy of it is self interest:to love the unworthy is sacrifice. You owe your love to those that don't deserve it, and the less they deserve it, the more love you owe them--the more loathsome the object, the nobler your love--the more unfastidious your love, the greater your virtue-- and if you can bring your soul to the state of a dump heap that welcomes anything on equal terms, if you can cease to value moral values, you have achieved a state of moral perfection.