To love someone else is easy. Is always an escape which we all hope for, and we all enjoy it when we are capable of it.
But to love what we are, ourselves, is just as embracing a glowing red-hot iron. It burns you and it's very painful.
In the long run, it comes back on us. We cannot stay away from ourselves forever.
We have to return, to come to our primarly experiment. That's the real question, whether we can truly love.
