The last illusion is that love makes a difference.
I thought that in loving her, I could love all the others. But I can’t, because there are no others. We are all one, so I must love them all in order to love myself. But I can’t, because they don’t love themselves.
I’d forgive them what they’ve done if I could, but I can’t. They must forgive themselves. But they can't, so they’re punishing themselves. My punishment for not being able to help them is to watch them suffer without being able to help them.
I want to die, but I can’t. I must endure my punishment while they endure theirs.
I thought that in loving her, I could love all the others. But I can’t, because there are no others. We are all one, so I must love them all in order to love myself. But I can’t, because they don’t love themselves.
I’d forgive them what they’ve done if I could, but I can’t. They must forgive themselves. But they can't, so they’re punishing themselves. My punishment for not being able to help them is to watch them suffer without being able to help them.
I want to die, but I can’t. I must endure my punishment while they endure theirs.
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