Yes, love… But not the love that loves for something, to gain something, or because of something, but that love that I felt for the first time, when dying, I saw my enemy and yet loved him. I knew that feeling of love which is the essence of the soul, for which no object is needed. To love one's neighbours; to love one's enemies. Some one dear to one can be loved with human love; but an enemy can only be loved with divine love.