To love is to dwell on the reality of another human being.
It is to make yourself so thin (temporarily) that you can see through the dense walls of your over-built personality to the center of another pulsing body, another human being,
I have to strain the oat milk.
I have to clean the kitchen.
I have to work on an academic article, and it is already very late.
I don't have time to dwell on the reality of another human being.
I have time only to do, and to do quickly.