YOU WHO LOVE US SAVE US NOW FROM DESTRUCTION.
The Lovebeast fed its love to the object of its love. At first it was oblivious of the cry, not sensing it.
The world was sure of salvation. It looked forward to a new, brilliant phase in its history - a return of Grace . . .
OH LOVEBEAST, SAVE US NOW . . .
The Lovebeast heard the words at last - and finally it understood them. But it was bewildered.
Save you? Save you - my love?
The Lovebeast was puzzled. What could this mean? A peculiar development. What was wrong?
He tried to grasp at the full significance of the words, but something stopped him. He couldn't quite reach them. The concept was alien.
Save you? I cannot interfere. I love you. I love you, too much... I cannot save you - I can love you - This is my purpose - to love you. Love you - you - love - love - love.