Love, far from being blind, is the very emotion that allows us to see.

Too often, it is only love that makes us engaged enough, alert enough, alive enough to see

At its strongest and wildest and most authentic, love is a demon. It is a religion, a high-risk adventure, an act of heroism. Love is ecstasy and injury, transcendence and danger, altruism and excess. In many ways, it is a divine madness.

Those whom even love cannot shake from their habitual aversion to risk and inertia are those who are truly unredeemable.