the villager said, “you were saying something about love.”
“the one who does not have love, or has only a little bit of it, is alwyas afraid of losing their love. so they keep it for themselves, and show no love to others. and so, they wander in the woods. but the person who is full of love gives it freely to all, and so finds love spring up within themselves. for when you give love, it grows. but when you keep it to yourself, it withers and dies. for in this way, love is like nothing else. except, perhaps, for sunflowers.”
how is love like a sunflower?