The original culture on earth was love.
Not that conscious expectation-filled thing that it has become. It was unconscious. That is just how it was; nobody noticed it.
It wasn’t ‘I love you because of your cute ass and popularity.’ It was more I love you because you and I are all part of the same thing. I love you as I love all life. To not love you is to not love myself and that would be intolerable.
But nobody was aware of this bond. It was just there and because of it, love prevailed. And because of that there was no poverty, no hunger and no pollution.
Perfect love is the state in which all naturally occurring life exists. Domesticated creatures have been ripped from this state and enslaved to the human race. Now they go hungry unless provided for by their slave-masters.
It was what the romans did not have. They were not a part of us. They did not have our culture, so they developed refinement instead: politeness, cleanliness, the arts. They did not have love so they invented romance. We had no need of romantic love because we had universal love. We did not even realise it.
It was through slavery that our culture was stolen; our connection to the universal love was severed. Our roots.
We were innocents then. We had no idea that there were people who were not a part of us. People who would try to separate as much of our whole as they could and enclose it for their personal use. We trusted them and in the end we too got enclosed and labelled their property.