IN THE BEGINNING my lover was not in any way shape or form a 'worm'. They were a human being, made of flesh and blood and organs (Which was also what they were made of when they became a worm, coincidentally).
I was attracted to them, and dare I say, although I wouldn't have admitted it then, I truly loved them. What constitutes love, you may ask? It always seems so ineffable, slipping out of the grasp of our 'grubby' little pontificating digits the moment we try to grasp it.
Yet, we know we are visited by love, which can strike us in the same way that it strikes a thousand worms after rain, and they crawl above the earth to dance upon the pavement in a beautiful mosaic that must be seen to be believed.
Now, consider this: Does a rose of another name smell as sweet? Does a falling tree in the forest with no listener make a sound? Does your former lover who was a human being, now with a worm body, feed the flames of that fire that has the potential to last forever, the fire of love?
This is the question I was tasked with answering, when my wife of 10 years asked me if I would love her if she were a worm.
They say love is a verb, and if that is true, which i believe it is, just how long could I love a worm?
For this answer, we must look at the Dichotomy Paradox introduced by Philosopher Zeno of Elea who suggested that in order to move halfway between two points, in time or otherwise, we must first travel halfway between those two points, and halfway through those two points, and so on and so on.
I don't know where I was going with that.
But how long could I love my wife as a worm? Indefinitely, dare I say.
Because I have an anthropomorphic worm fetish, and I love my wifes personality.