“Among work, no equality. Among work, only competition and the endless discontent that is in life. It is not to say that work should be extinguished, for then life would be extinguished. Take away work, and one can only fall or wish to rise; and that means, wishing to rise, makes the pauper the one with the broken wings. Life is beautiful, as it is said, and this is true. Although, as life, and like truth, both can be shaped, through deceit or the truth that is the same as deceit, into anything.
Among love, and among death, there is vulnerability. There is the only equality a human has ever known. Upon the lowest end, one can see where one has leveled themselves; closest to the grave, that is, and one is indeed at the same height as another, close to death. When one is in love, this is a vulnerability also at the same height. An infinite height.
The infinite height of love is where truth has been lifted.
We yearn to rise, as paupers, or die, as paupers.
We yearn for more and more, as discontented people of life.
And we should yearn for nothing else when dead, or when in love.”