So then, the relationship of self to other is the complete realization that loving yourself is impossible without loving everything defined as other than yourself.
Is there anyone so wise as to learn by the experience of others?
What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy. It has eyes to see misery and want. It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men. That is what love looks like.
Nothing is as peevish and pedantic as men's judgments of one another.
Our life is made by the death of others.
