I think everyone has things in his or her past they would like never to have happened, things so secret that we keep them even from ourselves, sometimes. (I think that's called "repression", that last thing.) It disturbs us, the things we never thought we'd lower ourselves into performing, these acts we will never share with anyone. Not anyone. Sometimes, I believe, these things keep us from loving our own selves (and sometimes within that sometimes, that fact itself is hidden from us). I imagine, though, an invisible Entity above us, unseen by us (that we can never truly know to Its full extent) an Entity that has seen and, in fact, always sees, all those deep, dark things — all that is locked up in the cellars of our consciousness. And moreover, this Entity, with an eye on those evil (yes, evil) things we have done, can look us in the eye and say in all honesty, "I love you." Not that It loves or likes those things we have done, but loves us in spite of them, that loves us just because we are us.
I think I must love some Being like this, which I need not name, this Entity that accepts us perhaps more than we accept ourselves. If in no other way, now that I know this thing about It, that I would love It in secret, with the rest of my secrets, shared with no one.
Mike Negus