So comparing the phenomena of love to the quantum physics of our cosmos is pretty hackneyed. But over at io9 there is a kaleidomindscope of an introduction to the quantum universe's latest potential matter—spin liquids—that perhaps changes all that.

"Spin liquids" io9 explains, "are an exotic state of matter that can only exist in the world of quantum mechanics. They're a strange mess of spin states and superpositions that forces magnetism and anti-magnetism to simultaneously exist in millions of different configurations."

Beyond hypothesizing new potentialities in magnetic behavior—down with +/- binaries!—spin liquids could point to new metaphors for attraction, for lust, for love, for being pulled to one another. We aren't just into Bobby anymore; we are into forever permutations of kinda sorta like Bobby. Or maybe not. Maybe we are anti-Bobby and pro-Bobby at once. I.e., "Sure, baby, I am totally into you, but at the same time, I'm also way charmed by billions of other possibilities of you. I have what's called a disorder. A magnetic one."

Perhaps we should grow up, be over and done with it—these magnets governing our conception of desire and with it, the universe. He's out of this world. I'm in his orbit. The sex be supernoval. We are as when galaxies collide. She's so pan-dimensional not even string theory can describe my sprungness. Look, we've all been there, E.T.-phone-home'd that. For a thirteen billion year-old universe, just like any thirteen year-old smart ass, ain't nothing out there that's new.