"Real love is always a coming home, it is not a place we deserve or earn, it is coming to a place where you sense others will love you wuthout necessarily being impressed with you. Thus real love is always experienced as a security, a safe place, a safe harbor which we sail into. It is a place of rest...Conversely infatuation and other kinds of bonding that can really feel like real love are places of insecurity, of deep restlessness, places which 'dont have to take us,' which we have to earn, places where we have to perform and impress and from which, ultimately, we go home....Real love and friendship are home--you do not go home from them! "
Ronald Rolhesier, Forgotten Among the Lilies
