I am not you. You think of yourself as being all the details that set us apart (race, sex, religion, education, taste in clothes, shoes, food and restaurants and bars, and lately popular cultural events, career, political opinions, opinions about quite anything… so on).
I am not Jesus, either, to try making you aware of the Essence (the Soul, which makes you be all the other people and me, and viceversa), with the price of my life.
I’m just a human being, acting like the Essence is my all details.
I, therefore, won’t spend my time trying to love you who lost Essence in favor of details the Universe couldn’t care less.