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e force was love。 Oh； yes； I thought； it is love； it is plete love； and in its pleteness it makes all that I have ever known meaningful； for every disappointment； every hurt； every misstep； every embrace； every kiss was but a foreshadowing of this sublime acceptance and goodness； for the bad steps had told me what I lacked； and the good things； the embraces； had shown me a glimpse of what love could be。
All my life this love made meaningful； sparing nothing； and as I marveled at this； accepting it pletely and without urgency or questioning； a miraculous process began。 All my life came to me in the form of all those I had ever known。
I saw my life from the very first moments and up until the moment that had brought me here。 It was not a terribly remarkable life； it contained no great secret or twist or pregnant matter that changed my heart。 On the contrary； it was but a natural and mon string of myriad tiny events； and these events involved all the other souls whom I had ever touched； I saw now the hurts I'd inflicted； and the words of mine which had brought solace； and I saw the result of the most casual and unimportant things I had done。 I saw the banquet hall of the Florentines； and again in the midst of them； I saw the blundering loneliness with which they stumbled into death。 I saw the isolation and the sadness of their souls as they had fought to stay alive。
What I could not see was my Master's face。 I could not see who he was。 I could not see into his soul。 I could not see what my love meant to him； or what his love meant for me。 But this was of no importance。 In fact； I only realized it afterwards when I tried to recount the entire event。 What mattered now was only that I understood what it meant to cherish others and to cherish life itself。 I realized what it had meant when I painted pictures； not the ruby…red bleeding and vibrant pictures of Venice； but old pictures in the antique Byzantine style； which had once flowed so artlessly and perfectly from my brush。 I knew then I had painted wondrous things； and I saw the effects of what I had painted 。。。 and it seemed then a great crowd of information inundated me。 Indeed； there was such a wealth of it； and it was so easy to prehend； that I felt a great light joy。
The knowledge was like the love and like the beauty； indeed； I realized with a great triumphant happiness that they were all…the knowledge； the love； and the beauty…they were all one。
〃Oh； yes； how could one not see it。 It's so simple！〃 I thought。
If I had had a body with eyes； I would have wept； but it would have been a sweet weeping。 As it was； my soul was victorious over all small and enervating things。 I stood still； and the knowledge； the facts； as it were； the hundreds upon hundreds of small details which were like transparent droplets of magical fluid passing through me and into me； filling me and vanishing to make way for more of this great shower of truth…all this seemed suddenly to fade。
There beyond stood the glass city； and beyond it a blue sky； blue as a sky at midday； only one which was now filled with every known star。
I started out for the city。 Indeed； I started with such impetuosity and such conviction that it took three people to hold me back。
I stopped。 I was quite amazed。 But I knew these men。 These were priests； old priests of my homeland； who had died long before I had even e to my calling； all of which was quite clear to me； and I knew their names and how they had died。 They were in fact the saints of my city； and of the great house of catabs where I had lived。
〃Why do you hold me？〃 I asked。 〃Where's my Father？ He's here now； is he not？〃 No sooner had I asked this than I saw my Father。 He looked exactly as he had always looked。 He was a big； shaggy man； dressed in leather for hunting； with a full grizzled beard and thick long auburn hair the same color as my own。 His cheeks were rosy from the cold wind； and his lower lip； visible between his thick mustache and his gray…streaked beard； was moist and pink as I remembered。 His eyes were the same bright china blue。 He waved at me。 He gave his usual； casual； hearty wave； and he smiled。 He looked just like he was going off into the grasslands； in spite of everyone's advice； and everyone's caution to hunt； with no fear at all of the Mongols or the Tatars swooping down on him。 After all； he had his great bow with him； the bow only he could string； as if he were a mythical hero of the great grassy fields； and he had his own sharpened arrows； and his big broadsword with which he could hack off a man's head with one blow。
〃Father； why are they holding me？〃 I asked。
He looked blank。 His smile simply faded and his face lost all expression； and then to my sadness； to my terrible shocking sadness； he faded in his entirety and he wasn't there。
The priests beside me； the men with their long gray beards and their black robes； spoke to me in soft sympathetic whispers and they said； 〃Andrei； it's not time for you to e。〃
I was deeply distressed； deeply。 Indeed； I was so sad that I could form no words of protest。 Indeed； I understood that no protest I might make mattered； and then one of the priests took my hand。
〃No； this is always the way with you；〃 he said。 〃Ask。〃
He didn't move his lips when he spoke； but it wasn't necessary。 I heard him very clearly； and I knew that he meant no personal malice to me。 He was incapable of such a thing。
〃Why； then；〃 I asked； 〃can't I stay？ Why can't you let me stay when I want to； and when I've e this far。〃
〃Think on all you've seen。 You know the answer。〃
And I had to admit that in an instant I did know the answer。 It was plex and yet profoundly simple； and it had to do with all the knowledge I had gained。
〃You can't take this back with you；〃 said the priest。 〃You'll forget all the particular things you learned here。 But remember the overall lesson； that your love for others； and their love for you； that the increase of love in life itself around you； is what matters。〃
It seemed a marvelous and prehensive thing！ It seemed no simple small cliche。 It seemed so immense； so subtle； yet so total that all mortal difficulties would collapse in the face of its truth。
I was at once returned to my body。 I was at once the auburn…haired boy dying in the bed。 I felt a tingling in my hands and feet。 I twisted； and a wretched pain flamed down my back。 I was all afire； sweating and writhing as before； only now my lips were badly cracked and my tongue was cut and blistered against my teeth。
〃Water；〃 I said； 〃please； water。〃
A soft sobbing came from those around me。 It was mingled with laughter and expressions of awe。
I was alive； and they had thought me dead。 I opened my eyes； and I looked at Bianca。
〃I won't die now；〃 I said。
〃What is it； Amadeo？〃 she asked。 She bent down and put her ear to my lips。
〃It isn't time；〃 I said。
They brought me cool white wine。 It was mixed with honey and lemon。 I sat up and I drank gulp after gulp of it。 〃It's not enough；〃 I said softly； weakly； but I was falling asleep。
I went down into the pillows； and I fel