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To love at all is to be vulnerable.

Love anything and your heart

will be wrung and possibly broken.

If you want to make sure of

keeping it intact you must

give it to no one,

not even an animal.

Wrap it carefully round

with hobbies and little luxuries;

avoid all entanglements.

Lock it up safe in the casket

or coffin of your selfishness.

But in that casket, safe, dark,

motionless, airless,

it will change.

It will not be broken;

it will become unbreakable,

impenetrable, irredeemable.

To love is to be vulnerable.