“How does a person understand meaning? By remembering it. If we remember death, we are recalling an absence. At the same time, we are recalling the pain that defines the absence. We remember love, though become deluded at the thought that it, too, has died. Love does not die, though life does. Love does not have a heartbeat to stop, because it is always moving without such limitations. The proper comprehension of meaning is in knowing what still exists, to ourselves. A meaning that cannot die is one being loved, without the limitation of life. What meaning does life have? None, if no life is ever loved. Death cannot hold meaning when we could never love what never lived, to begin with.”
– Modern Romanticism