It would be very unjust to say that you deserted me, but that I was deserted, and sometimes terribly so, is true.
In a certain sense the Good is comfortless.
No one can crave what truly harms him.
Beyond a certain point there is no return. This point has to be reached.
Every thing that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.
If what was supposed to have been destroyed in Paradise was destructible, then it was not decisive; but if it was indestructible, then we are living in a false belief.