There is confusion. Love is supposed to be an abstraction. I don’t think so. Love is what makes the world go ’round. Love is the epitome of the real. By comparison, an eighteen-wheeler barreling down the highway is an abstraction. Admittedly, most people find this difficult to grasp.
Consider that the motive force behind the eighteen-wheeler is love, even if it happens to be transporting munitions. A materialist would say that it is DNA that moves the munitions truck. The purpose for moving the munitions is to put rival DNA out of circulation. A physicist would say that it is diesel fuel that is moving the truck.
All of these explanations have their place in a complete understanding. But if the world is immaterial, then clearly we have to reconsider the nature of abstraction.
Materialists are currently having their noses rubbed in abstractions by the philosophers of mathematics and language. Mathematics is an abstraction and yet the physics of our world is thoroughly and completely mathematical. How could that be? Numbers are not supposed to be part of the natural, causal order and yet they order every facet of it. All I am saying is that if you look behind the numbers you will find love. The anthropic principle points to a numerological agape. As we align ourselves with the cosmic agape the world becomes increasingly transparent and amenable.
Meanings if they exist are supposed to be abstractions, but only if teleology is also non-existent which it is not. The world is structured for intelligence. Intelligence is structured around meaning. Then ask anyone for the greatest meaning in life.
The distinctions between abstract and concrete hearken
back to Descartes’ dualism. He drew the line between extension and
intension, but that is highly arbitrary. It is easy to posit that
qualities are more concrete than quantities. Certainly they are more
immediate. It all comes down to the functionalism of love.
That function finds its ultimate expression in the eschaton. The
function of the Aquarium is to immanentize the eschaton, which is the opposite
of abstracting it.