All love must lead to death. And out of this death a new man or woman is born...love does not lead to only one death, but several deaths; and that because of love one must keep dying and being reborn from time to time. And the LOVE DIES only when you resist another death which loves brings upon you, in order that you be reborn and grow. That is why there are few real loves in the world, because people fear yet another death that they must endure. They count the deaths and rebirths they have undergone and say "so many and no more, so far but no further; I will not die again for you, but intend to stay here, where I am, how I am now, and here in this fixed place."
I intend to continue, until we become just a beautifully being,
dying and being reborn
regenerated,
refined,
forever,
until we become
a kind of dream of light.
(By RB)
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