the new yorker calls it again

Lately I've been thinking about that well-known phenomenom of the English language. Whereby we have only one word for LOVE.

We use the same word to say we love God as to say we love cheese. Or our best friend, reading in the bathtub, Meryl Streep movies, and the beach at sunset.

Then I saw this cartoon in my New Yorker.

I love it.