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The hope of loving

The hope of loving

What keeps us alive, what allows us to endure? I think it is the hope of loving or being loved.

I heard a fable once about the sun going on a journey to find its source, and how the moon wept without her lover’s warm gaze.

We weep when light does not reach our hearts. We wither like fields if someone close does not rain their kindness upon us.

Meister Eckhart

 

 

 

 

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