Are we fallen angels who didn’t want to believe that nothing is nothing and so were born to loose our loved ones and dear friends one by one and finally our own life, to see it proved?
To prove that we’ve all been wrong, to prove that the proving itself was nil…
Love tends to go ever further and further, but there is a limit. When the limit is passed love turns to hate. To avoid this change love has to become different.
Among human beings, only the existence of those we love is fully recognized.
Belief in the existence of other human beings as such is love.