The reality is that an element of selfishness seems to exist in love, for it seems that I only love when I feel good in loving the person. That is, the love seems almost contingent on, “I love you because it makes me feel good, and I want to be happy.”

But then I find that one cannot love in that way and keep one’s self; indeed, love may NOT make on happy, and one may love and love and love at one’s own expense.

So when does one consider one’s self?

The truth is, for the mystic, one cannot. You do not matter; all that matters is the All, the Whole, the Other.

Let’s see where this goes.

Beaux


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