Humans are selfish. They are selfish even in death. They are scared to lose people to death not only because they care, but because they are selfish. Ask any human what would they prefer - losing a loved one not knowing where they went or losing them to death? Most would take death over the unknown, for it gives them closure and certainity. Death is a constant, probably the only constant, and while they fear it, they also secretly thank it.
So what does it say about the way humans love? What is that love that makes you choose the universal constant over the unknown? Does it really count as love? The one you love might be alive, but the fact being unknown to you would make you want to wish for their death instead...
Perhaps they were right in putting love into books, for it could not survive anywhere else. Perhaps they knew, that humankind knows only the love that's conditional. Perhaps they realised, humans are not meant for love... atleast the unconditional kind.
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