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It's not a matter of knowledge, it's a feeling deeper than the heart.

It's like a heart within a heart. A heart like a Russian doll, one of those dolls nested inside another.

We have a heart in our chest that allows us to make a lot of mistakes, that allows us to err joyfully, and then, inside this heart, we have another, much more solid, much more precious, into which those we love enter once and for all.

And, once they're in, they never leave, even when we die. Even when we die, there's something that continues, endlessly.

C. Bobin - "Illuminate what you love without touching its shadow."