inspired me to think Woj Dead Man Walking, "In the face of death, I learned what love is."
Death is the touchstone and measure of love. In her face you can only identify true love. Yes, true, I'm not afraid of the word. Because death is real. Nothing is more powerful illusions of deprivation than it is.
Two sentences, which they explain it: "There is no greater love than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends" "For strong as death is love." There is no more radical religion of love, than the statement: "Today I am ready to die for your life." So apparently they said the Indians from a tribe. For someone to give life does not necessarily mean the place for someone to die, even though it is the ultimate meaning of this expression. You can pay for someone life by giving myself to him, forgetting about himself, discarding the self to him. I am not concerned here about some kind of cierpiętnictwa and samoudręczenia. It's all about being with someone who affirms the life of another, even at the cost of his life. Finally, not only the death turns out to be the measure and gauge of love, but love turns out to be the only reality, according to which death can acquire meaning. Because love is not as powerful as death, she is from her powerful ...
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