Maria Popova

But the like one, the integer of one, you know, that integrity is kind of reducing and distilling until you're just a oneness.

Well, like I said, I'm still learning how to live.

And that means always, always learning how to love better.

Well, that's actually in reference to a line from one of Emily Dickinson's letters to her Sue, her Susan, her person that says, enough is so vast a sweetness, there are only pathetic counterfeits.

That's when she felt heartbroken and unmet and they couldn't have the life they maybe they could have today if they lived today.

But I do think we suffer so much by mistaking the counterfeits of love for love.

And I do think a lot of it comes from not understanding our own and the other person's operating instructions, how the machine works, the magic in the machine, right?

So much of our interpersonal heartbreak comes from not knowing how to work ourselves and how to work another psyche, another spirit, another being, right?

And the hardest thing is to not perform ourselves when we connect.

To be an integer with one another, what would that be like?