Death of His Excellency the Former Minister

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“I suddenly felt as if I had become a loose fetter, as if my name had fallen from my body and I no longer had a name. Every day, when I search the newspapers for my name and don’t find it, I feel more certain that I have become a body without a name.”

It was said in the past, “There is love that kills.” What love doesn’t kill? But death isn’t satisfied with bodies; souls become ill and die if they are afflicted in their love. How hard it is to live with a healthy body but a sick soul! Love of people and things is, in reality, nothing but a reflection of self-love; We don’t love things for themselves, but we love ourselves within them. We love ourselves in positions of power and submission. We delight in harshness as well as in gentleness. We see separation as a call for closeness, and in closeness, a fear of the breach of the self that leads to separation. We love places because they remind us of ourselves and our feelings within them… Self-love is the foundation of all love, and love is the foundation of all life. For he who submits to himself, life is also safe.