I don't know what it felt like to love her as much as he did. Only Ken Wilber experienced and, therefore, knows his love for her. And just because no one else could see that, feel that, touch that, taste that or smell that, doesn't mean that that love did not exist. At the very least, that much is palpable. In so doing, this would help to relieve at least some of the pressure that I and others like me withstand from our cultural elite as we seemingly in defiance tentatively give ourselves permission to validate the truths of our own experiences.
Life is short.
Love is Infinite. Perhaps we would all do well to remember that when we speak critically of one another.