LOVE



LOVE is anterior to life,
Posterior to death,
Initial of creation, and
the exponent of breath

Emily Dickinson, poem XXXVII

On the other hand, I see many people die because they judge that life is not worth living. I see others paradoxically getting killed for the ideas or illusions that give them a reason for living (what is called a reason for living is also an excellent reason for dying).

glitter maker

(Sonnet 10, W. Shakespeare)