i want to write that on my wall. can i be your pupil in your course?
the death of love, isn’t a death. at least in the moments that you remember all the actions you took waking in the morning, putting water on the stove to boil, leaving the house to pay the rent for the two of you to live in that house…you remember the actions of love and through them you understand g-d. even if god is dead.
you understood what the idea, the symbol we call “god” means. take a religion and live in it but who cares how good you are if you don’t know how to love.