They told me to become what I loved, and I loved Love. I became it. It consumed me. Till every pore of my being was Love. And I was Loved. And you were Loved. And he, she, we-were Loved. Then the day came when I was tired of being Love, so I wasn’t. My days were empty, and my nights were dull. I didn’t love anything and nobody loved me, so I became Nothing. And Nothing consumed me. And it filled me, and deprived me. It took from me everything I was and replaced it with

well, nothing.