This true 1st-person love is a kind of dying, for only as abolished—as no- thing—can I love anyone unreservedly. Only when every defence here has been smashed, and all obstructing thoughts and feelings and judgments have been swept away, do I become perfectly hospitable and loving. The mark of this 1st-person charity is that it is unbounded and undiscriminating, as freely poured out upon the mean and ugly as upon the most deserving. It has nothing to do with sentiment or convention or morality, and is always the same. It cannot be produced to order or cultivated, but occurs naturally when I see what I am— this luminous emptiness which obviously has nothing to lose or gain. This love is the inevitable product of this seeing, inseparable from this Brilliance in which all things shine. The reason God is Light as well as Love is that they cannot really be disentangled