The Epitaph on our species, and on virtually all of us.
And even the one in a million of us that have been loved probably don't know it. Unless we are unconditionally loved and feel it from our first days, as I was by my father, we can't know love.
Daisy in The Great Gatsby.
Jesus loved us, but we don't know it despite all the singing.
It's life's Illusions I recall. Yes, all of us have the illusion We've Been Loved, that we are loved. Not I, except by my father. A curse, the divine blessing.
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