Aurelius Augustine. Confession (№ 260932)

In this state, I remember, I was. Here's my heart, o my God, here it is - take a look inside it, the way I remember it. My hope, You Who cleanse me from the impurity of such affections, directing my eyes to You - avoiding the snares of my feet-. I was surprised that the rest of Lula live, because he whom I loved as if he could not die, was dead, and even more surprised that I, his second "I" live when he died. Well someone said of his friend: "half my soul". And I felt that my soul and his soul were one soul in two bodies, and life filled me with horror: I did not want after all to live half a life. Because maybe, and was afraid to die, is not dead he whom I loved so much.