Are we only Love and nothing else or the debauchee of this Love since we are so abandoned precisely by Love through the inquisitive destiny of mankind? How can we be left by that Love that we want so anxiously when we wake up in the dawns of our birth? We cannot be abandoned by ourselves because this is all that is left in us: Love and nothing more! We are always abandoned by the Love in us as well, but especially by ourselves because no Love can last forever, except in books or fairytales, outside us. Even if we made all that is possible not to leave Love, it leaves us because in this Image of Destiny that is our world we are not allowed to be happy unless we know in the Illusion of Life that happiness is that horizon line that always runs further away quicker we run towards it, if we know that Love only kills us is we want it never to disappear from within us.