So here is Saint Exupery's small passage of this long posthumous book Citadelle. It apparently starts on romantic love but quickly rises to more. Please forgive my translation as his style, in that book, is slightly different from his other writings. This is from chapter 170 ( in the abridged version..)
"But if I encounter this one who blushes and stammers, and who needs presents to learn to smile, for to her they are sea winds and not capture, then I shall make myself path to release her.
I shall neither abase myself nor her. I shall be around her like space and within her like time. I shall tell her, ' Do not hasten to know me, there's nothing to grasp. I am space and time where to become.'
If she needs me , like the seed in the soil to turn into tree, I shall not stifle her with my self-importance.
I neither shall honor her for herself. I shall deeply scratch her with love's talons. My love shall be to her an eagle of powerful wings. And it will not be me she discovers, but through me, the valleys, the mountains, the stars, the gods.
It is not about me. I am but the one who carries. It is not about you :you are but path to the meadows at dawn. It is not about us : we are together passage for God who borrows for a moment our generation, and uses it. "
"But if I encounter this one who blushes and stammers, and who needs presents to learn to smile, for to her they are sea winds and not capture, then I shall make myself path to release her.
I shall neither abase myself nor her. I shall be around her like space and within her like time. I shall tell her, ' Do not hasten to know me, there's nothing to grasp. I am space and time where to become.'
If she needs me , like the seed in the soil to turn into tree, I shall not stifle her with my self-importance.
I neither shall honor her for herself. I shall deeply scratch her with love's talons. My love shall be to her an eagle of powerful wings. And it will not be me she discovers, but through me, the valleys, the mountains, the stars, the gods.
It is not about me. I am but the one who carries. It is not about you :you are but path to the meadows at dawn. It is not about us : we are together passage for God who borrows for a moment our generation, and uses it. "
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