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As always, as my love grows larger so does my fear. All the time. I could measure the love i have towards someone/something by thinking about losing it. If the thought strikes my heart, if the thought makes me dismissive, i pretty much know (although the latter could just be me taking it for granted). Hegel says that what gives our work meaning is our fear and awareness of death. Without awareness of death, what we do is empty. (potentially misrepresenting his idea here) Perhaps my love functions the same way, the very real awareness of its temporal nature gives it meaning. No, actually, love in itself has intrinsic meaning, but the fear provides me with awareness of its meaning. Oh man i really shouldn't drink coffee this is what happens.