I still want to confide to you the secret of my happiness. I am the fool and I love with a universal love. Your unhappiness comes from the fact that you still do not love fully. You are weak and all weakness requires love. I'm afraid moreover that even when you love you ask for reasons why you love." And the fool was right. I would have preferred him to be wrong. He was looking at me and in his eyes I saw the flash of universal love. He loved everything. He accepted everything. He loved me at that moment. I closed my eyes in order not to know that universal love in my turn, no matter how little I might know it. I did not want to burn and I stayed very much alone in my room, holding on to my weakness and the voluptuous enjoyment of my weakness as my only consolation.
Albert Camus, Youthful Writings (Intuitions)
