February 2, 2026
If I am love, I have no choice but to love. The other man may be bitter and his heart closed. If I hit him on his head, saying I am not going to love him, then I am lost too.
I cannot do that. I have to love, because there is nothing else in me. If someone says, “You are a fool, you are an idiot and I am going to kill you," I am told “Why don't you defend yourself, give him a blow for blow?" I try, but it is not possible for me, because I am not made of that stuff. I made of love so I cannot possibly retaliate. I cannot hit him back.
Then I look at him and think, “Maybe you also have the same problem, maybe you cannot change either. I am love and therefore I cannot hit you back; maybe you are made of that stuff which makes you hit me, and probably you cannot change either." Why must I even want him to change? Let him be what he is. That is what St. Paul is supposed to have said: “Love doesn't want to change, doesn't fix any conditions."