opposing the orientation of love, o selfish love, is the quality of hospitality, the calm and peaceful welcome to the stranger standing opposite you, the absolute human other, with both the potential to hurt or embrace, either a sweet conversation or a murderous intent; or somewhere in between, neither nor.
the nearness of the other, or the distance, proximity of two, summons a responsibility.
loneliness is the first condition, that which the cry of a infant calls out to announce his or her arrival to the world of things exemplifies, hence, he or she is no longer, in a sense, lonely.

every introduction is always a mystery, that later a language, a gesture or a responsibility to summon veils or 'unveils' the persona, character or personality of the person.

loving is first a projection, a field that covers the other, and immediately traps the other in a subject-object relation: I love You.

the verb is the link; the linkage between other two different people.
the connection is first a disconnection, which encourages the loving force to push/pull one to the other. hence, identities dissolved, mixed, destroyed and new ones are created constantly.

i prefer hospitality, the non-violent reaction to an-other; a dialogue between two subjects. the tender face-to-face contact.
but is it possible?

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look into my eyes, before the night is done, before the breaking of the day, if light permits, say you do not know me, and you would have finally known who I am.

the pigment of my skin?
the contours of your cheeks?
the colour of your pupils?
the number of freckles on my face?
see my look, is it forlorn or peaceful?
see your look, is it exhaustion or excitement?

it is the east and west; the sun and the moon together, hanging on the canvas of a sky.

there shall I see You. there shall I bow and drop from the sky.