From the author: What is love? Everyone has their own answer to this question. We run from love and search for it all our lives. It just seems to us that we have found it, and now joy and happiness are with us, when suddenly it disappears without warning us... Love, in essence, arises in solitude, when its object is not nearby, and it is not aimed so much at the one or the one you love, as much as the image built by the mind, loosely connected with the original.V. Pelevin Yes... extremely simple. For me, this apparent simplicity is also present. But in life you have to experience a specific person, but what if this is just an image I created? Whereas? There are many options: I gradually discover my projections and can check them. Some things to accept as the image I created, and some things to leave to your loved one. Peer into another, discovering new facets. It's not always easy. For example, I love the image of my beloved so much, I am so fixed on it, that seeing something new is most likely simply impossible or scary. I don't want to be disappointed. Only people who are capable of being alone with themselves are capable of love. At first glance this is paradoxical. However, there is an explanation for this. Being alone with ourselves, understanding ourselves, being able to separate ourselves from others, only in this state can we share ourselves, our experiences, and see another person. We do not enter into a codependent relationship with him, we are not in a merger. We can penetrate into the very essence of another person without appropriating him.