All things, understand?
Because I love. Everything,
is, exists, only.
Adapted from Prince Andrei’s thoughts, from War and Peace (Book 12, Chapter 16) by Leo Tolstoy
As he fell asleep he had still been thinking of the subject that now always occupied his mind- about life and death, and chiefly about death.
He felt himself nearer to it.
“Love? What is love?” he thought.
“Love hinders death. Love is life.
All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love.
Everything is, everything exists, only because I love.
Everything is united by it alone.
Love is God, and to die means that I, a particle of love, shall return to the general and eternal source.”
These thoughts seemed to him comforting.
But they were only thoughts.
Something was lacking in them, they were not clear, they were too one-sidedly personal and brain-spun.
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