Nor can that endure Which has not its foundations upon love, For love alone diminishes not, but shines with its own light, Makes an end of discord, softens the fires of hate, Restores peace in the world, Brings together the sundered, redresses wrong, Aids all and injures none. And who so invokes its aid will find peace and safety, And have no fear of future ill.
When I am dead, come to me at my grave, and the more often, the better. Whatever is on your soul, whatever may have happened to you, come to me as when I was alive and, kneeling on the ground, cast all your bitterness upon my grave. Tell me everything and I shall listen to you, and all the bitterness will fly away from you. And as you spoke to me when I was alive, do so now. For I am living, and I shall be forever.
