Is love space?

If you could buckle your Bugs Bunny wristwatch to a ray of light, your watch would continue ticking but its hands wouldn't move. That's because at the speed of light there is no time. Time is relative to velocity. At high speeds, time is literally stretched. Since light is the ultimate in velocity, at light-speed time is stretched to its absolute and becomes static. Albert Einstein figured that one out. There's no need to hang around the clockworks and bug the Chink about it.
Assuming that our brains will get off their fat butts for a change, and play cosmic ball with us, allowing us to fully comprehend no time, then we might try to picture (if "picture" is the right word) what Einstein meant when he defined "space" as "love."
Einstein knew a lot about space-he determined, for example, that beyond the expanding volume of the universe space ceases to exist, and so we have no space to contend with as well as no time-and he may have had some special insights into love, as well. The first of his two marriages was a mess, however. Einstein wed a girl with a physical defect.
It was some sort of crazy limp that plagued Mileva Maric, some eccentricity of the foot. A few days after the civil ceremony in Zurich, one of young Einstein's friends confessed, "I should never have the courage to marry a woman unless she were absolutely sound."
Well, for all that fellow might have known, it could have been the daily contemplation of Mileva's wild toes that led Einstein to perceive the wondrous workings of Nature in a way that no other scientist ever had.
… If space is love, Professor, then is love space? Or is love something we use to fill space? If time eats the doughnut, does love eat the hole?

- Tom Robbins, Even Cowgirls Get the Blues