Love as War 2

In this battle, the tragic end is not perishing but survival. To be left, after everything, in the middle of the ruins, by oneself. You've survived but you're all alone.

The real triumph in the war of love is death - a particular kind of death. This is because on the one hand, death can be the loss of oneself in vain. But on the other, if we get to be really really lucky, we die for another - we empty ourselves for the sake of another person. And: if we get really really really lucky, the person dies for us as well. The war is not a war of killing but a war of dying to be renewed: to be out of oneself to an other.

That's a little wonderful thought.
Imagine yourself getting to war, trembling, crying, afraid.
Imagine losing all your vanity in the process. Imagine realizing that the enemy must be a friend. Imagine getting back with another.
Imagine yourself emerging from the war with your heart whole. Intact.

It shall be glorious.