In our era of consumption, we think less and less about what our inner world is. Love now is not an interest in knowing the mysterious consciousness hidden in another being, it is rather a commodity exchange of a set of qualities and services that we can offer to the market of relationships. As a result, we get something like loneliness together or a banal satisfaction of animal needs. People have forgotten about the intangible benefactors who made us people, and love also passed into the category of consumer goods