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A love relationship can thus be compared to an electrical circuit: should the resistance fall, the circuit will “short” and burn out.

How can we possibly imagine that in the conglomerate of cells, organs and limbs we call our "body", extending across the hills and valleys of the terrain we call "time", there resides a single and singular "I"?

The message is mixed

Is it what we do, or why we do it? Do we enter life to play a part in a pre-established cosmic plan, or do we also have a role in defining the significance of our actions?

How can we truly love another? Isn’t that a logical impossibility?