Lev Tolstoy, The Blessing of Love
“ Now, having sensed this, it became to me both scary and, most importantly, strange to think of that terrible hateful life that most of us, born for love and for good, now live. Who we are, what we are? Because we’re only insignificant, likely to disappear at any moment creatures, leaped out from obscurity for a moment into this wonderful, joyful life, with the sky, the Sun, forests, meadows, rivers, birds, animals, with the bliss of love for all – for family, for our own soul, for the kindness, and for all living beings. ”
