| BkI:13.IV.4 | In the gloomy vault of painful memories you store an entire arsenal of poison arrows and darts you use against the sweetness of love as soon as it approaches. This is your ammunition. Your memory is what helps you win your argument that you are different from God, from everyone, and from everything. In that vault you retain what you think will keep you sufficiently protected, so that each time the tenderness of love is felt you can say, "Look at everything I have suffered! How can you tell me of love?" And you will take her to the top of the mountain and show her all the pain of the world. And there you tell her, with the cries of pain as tragic background music, "Look at all the suffering in the world! How can you speak of love?" |