There is no justice in love, no proportion in it, and there need not be, because in any specific instance it is only a glimpse or parable of an embracing, incomprehensible reality.
Robinson is saying something quietly radical: that love's apparent unfairness isn't a flaw we should apologize for or try to correct, but rather evidence of something larger than our accounting systems. Most of us blame love for being irrational, wishing it would distribute itself fairly like inheritance or grades, when the real scandal is that it's trying to show us a truth that exceeds measurement altogether. When you find yourself loving someone "more than they deserve" or being loved despite your failures, you're not experiencing love badly—you're glimpsing the fact that love operates on an entirely different currency than merit. Robinson frees us from the exhausting work of justifying our attachments to others, and invites us instead to let them humble us.
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