But that’s what those who love cannot accept. Even those for whom the flame has gone out dream of hearing from someone, someday, the words that Heine wrote to a woman: “I will love you eternally and even afterward.” The flame must never go out, even though the candle goes on consuming itself. The art of loving is the art of not letting the flame go out. You can’t let the light sleep. You have to hasten to awaken it (Bachelard). And, a curious thing, the same flame that the wind so impetuously blows out returns to be lit again by the caress of a soft breath…
