Where love is suppressed, something explodes. Sometimes an institution. Other times a person.
No name. No gender. No beliefs. No possessions. No job. No culture. NoBody.
Live from this perspective: Today is the last day of my physical life.
Love is not words or feelings, thoughts or prayers. Love is an action. A spontaneous action taken in the full awareness that one is acting. This is different from an emotional reaction, which is never justified. A loving action has no self in it.
“Are you out of your mind?” [Pause here, for effect.] “Yes, I am.”