Excerpt from the autobiography

“Vom Ende der Schuld” (Maira Maravillosa)

The one who wishes for their neighbor that the third falls in love with a fourth sees their ego-laden, false desires for a grand love drown in a heap of possessiveness and self-interest. True love knows no boundaries—neither of the body nor the soul. The vibrations of the particles collectively wish only the best for the other soul unit: whether love or happiness, together, with someone else, or alone. For love does not, like a child, take every drop of nourishing milk. Love hesitates in physical forms that wish to transcend the worldly, to submerge blissfully in unity, rise together, and radiate. Language conceals genuine connection. Yet it is language that enables the unspeakable to be drawn from darkness into bright light.