Marcel Reich-Ranitsky. (№ 432686)

For the first time, I realized, or maybe only felt that love is a disease that has no limits, that those who are blessed with it find themselves outside themselves, and this leads to a frenzy that stubbornly stands or tries to insist on its own in spite of the whole world. I felt that love is a blessing and curse, mercy and fate. I was struck like lightning by the discovery of the involvement of love and death with each other, the comprehension of the fact that we love because we must die.