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14. This is what we love in our friends, and we love it so much that a man's
conscience accuses itself if he does not love one who loves him, or respond
in love to love, seeking nothing from the other but the evidences of his love.
This is the source of our moaning when one dies--the gloom of sorrow, the steeping
of the heart in tears, all sweetness turned to bitterness--and the feeling of
death in the living, because of the loss of the life of the dying.
Blessed is he who loves thee, and who loves his friend in
thee, and his enemy also, for thy sake; for he alone loses
none dear to him, if all are dear in Him who cannot be lost.
And who is this but our God: the God that created heaven
and earth, and filled them because he created them by filling
them up? None loses thee but he who leaves thee; and he
who leaves thee, where does he go, or where can he flee
but from thee well-pleased to thee offended? For where does
he not find thy law fulfilled in his own punishment? "Thy
law is the truth" and thou art Truth.