Christian love, either towards God or towards man, is an affair of the will.
When all the suns and nebulae have passed away, each one of you will still be alive.
The absent are easily refuted.
If things are real, they're there all the time.
All shall be done, but it may be harder than you think.
Whenever you are fed up with life, start writing: ink is the great cure for all human ills, as I have found out long ago.