"Love is our soul's every motion in which she feels herself and feels his life" (Hermann Hesse )
I have seen two people who have been married for thirty years, saying goodbye and slowly begin to say goodbye. Death is insensitive to the requests, they are old enough to know, so they started to greet each other because they know they can come and pick one of them at any time. In a hospital, is not that hard to believe ... much less than outside, where there is chaos, words and things to do that distract you and sometimes you delude themselves to be almost eternal.
I know them well enough to know that she thinks back to the time spent fighting, not lived together in moments, the moments lost. Seem to many, heavy, when you realize that you may not have enough time to recover.
But love is really only made of beautiful moments, kisses, sweetness? I believe that "Love" is something more like what he says Hesse: to be crossed by life, being run through the river of emotions and events, be part of the immense flow of the Universe, the breath of God
Few of us are aware of this deep flow and even fewer understand it. Many perceive the other hand, though indistinctly, and almost everyone knows that the unconscious exists and call it by different names depending on the culture and experience.
Love is the mode of existence of all things, what makes us part of life for this, anything that is done, most of our time is always spent to love.
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