In this world, I talk to you spiritually. Reason is a defense against strangers, and I refuse to use reason to talk. "I love you." "What do you love me for?" Like the language in a novel, you ask. "I don't know." Really. You are disappointed. In fact, you should understand: real love cannot be explained clearly. What can be explained clearly is not love, it is just a language skill. Labor produces language, not love. I don't know what I love about you, I just know that I love you as a person, with all your strengths and weaknesses. If I love you for only one characteristic, you may fall victim to that characteristic. If you love me too, then you will sacrifice your own personality for this characteristic, you will become a slave to this characteristic, and then you will not be you, but it - this characteristic. I don't know who you should be, I just know that you should be who you can be. People cannot wrong themselves. They should first be themselves and not be alienated into the appendages of others. There is no reason for us to lose ourselves after the death of God. You are you, I like to see you dance, I like to see you rolling freely on the open beach, I also like to hear you cry, see you angry, and accompany you in meditation. For me, what is painful is being betrayed by others, and what is even more painful is betraying myself. Therefore, when you need to be mature, be as serious as an adult; when you need to be happy, be as carefree as a child. I want to provide you with a complete world of your own.
