Love wasn’t derived from empirical evidence after a scientific investigation. It wasn’t mathematical or even quantifiable. Love was an art form, beauty in the abstract, made up of raw materials, unremarkable in their own right and sometimes even toxic. How you used those raw materials was what mattered most. Many variables were at play. No matter how hard you tried to reduce them down to something more manageable, something you can comprehend, most times you can’t. That's what Ian told his son when he asked if they were getting a divorce.