The heart has its own reasons that reason can't understand.

Ci adoriamo, ma abbiamo paura di amarci; bruciamo ambedue di un fuoco che condanniamo.

But how conceive a God supremely good/ Who heaps his favours on the sons he loves,/ Yet scatters evil with as large a hand?[Written after an earthquake in Lisbon killed over 15,000 people]

It is love; love, the comfort of the human species, the preserver of the universe, the soul of all sentient beings, love, tender love.

Change everything except your loves.