We are our will. What we will is who we are. We give our will to others for brief periods of time, occasionally. We say we love them, and prove it by giving them our will for a while. If we do it enough, we say we love them because their will has become our own. We are incapable of love for others. We give our will to them so much that their will becomes ours and we do as they would. We love ourselves, and our will. But because we love ourselves we love them. Humans are selfserving monsters.
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