Love is that fragile flower of most uncommon beauty. One which can never be found by purpose alone while wandering through life's gardens. But one whose colour and fragrance is most pure and meaningful when discovered by accident while tending to the more mundane duties of the common man. A diamond found lying quietly amongst the broken glass of childhood's shattered windows.
To love another is the supreme sacrifice of self. For we must give freely and completely of ourselves to another, without reservation or condition. To give less serves only to hinder the growth of our evolution from self-sustaining isolation to a greater joining of universal awareness. As children we love by instinct, but it is a selfish love. One which results out of necessity, born of helpless reliance on others for survival. It is an innocent love, free of complicated psychosocial encumbrances or expectations. But it is a hungry love which takes much more than it gives in the beginning.
愛是脆弱的花最常見的美。一個永遠不可能發現單靠目的雖然走過生命的'花園。但他的顏色和香味是最純粹的和有意義的時偶然發現傾向於更平凡的普通人的職責。鑽石發現靜靜地躺在童年的碎玻璃破碎的窗戶。
去愛另一個是最高的自我犧牲。我們必須給自由,完全自己到另一個地方,毫無保留地或條件。給少只會阻礙我們的進化從自給自足的生長隔離更加入全民意識。作爲孩子,我們愛靠的是本能,但它是一種自私的愛。一個結果的必要性、生的無助的生存依賴他人。這是一個無辜的愛,自由的複雜的心理障礙或期望。但這是一個飢餓的愛遠遠超過了在開始。
