I agree to be useless. Servant, friend, lover useless. It 'just that consciousness of the futility, which qualifies the love and service, the freedom accorded to another.
A distance from which to view their love as parents should do with their children, with lovers lovers. Sometimes
prevails as the desire to perceive the other person that you are there, ready to do anything for his life, as if to feed a certainty in the fugue of loneliness, of the company into smaller and bigger things: a night vigil shared or expenditure by faster if you have no time, a decision to make a choice on the Two Chief World Systems or ephemeral .
But the secret is still there, we are useless servants. And that certainty that we think should come from us, maybe even come through us but not our merit, not need to have a bit of our name.
as if everything depended on us, as it depends on God ..
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