Life may seem brittle at times, but that is mainly an illusion: with no knowledge, any fact is like a grain of sand, minute, not connected to anything else. With many of those grains the whole becomes a dry desert, devoid of any coherence. but add the water of conscious thought, and the dunes become more consistent, more resilient to being blown all over the place by prevailing winds.
Still that is not a permanent solution, because you can't build palaces with just wet sand. And then in comes communication, which stretches the web of thoughts across multiple human and artificial intelligences. That is when the wet sand becomes concrete, which is in fact still quite brittle.
What is still missing is the steel rebar that gives the concrete its tensile strength. You could say love is that steel, as it make sure we do creative things rather than destructive ones, making the world a better place rather than dividing it into fighting camps. Now that may not be always intuitively recognizable, since one man's war against injustice may just look like something else entirely if the forces he is fighting control the global mass media.
