But what is love? Heidegger responds: “Probably the deepest interpretation of what love is comes from Augustine, when he says ‘amo volo ut sis’ I love, that is, I want what is loved to be what it is. Love is letting-be in a deeper sense, according to which it calls forth essence”
Today I learned that عشق (adoration) takes its name from عشقة, a vine that coils around a tree, drains it of its vitality, and eventually destroys it. Such is love: it clings to the one who suffers it until nothing remains untouched, nothing retains its color
You have to kill the past; you have to forget just to go on living. Nietzsche speaks of this in his essay on history: "a thing lives by negating, consuming and contradicting itself. [...] Forgetting is essential to action of any kind."