When you put away death, in the distance, far away from you, you never look at it because you are scared. Then you have time between ‘what is’ and what will inevitably take place. So, either you project your life into tomorrow, and so continue what you are now into tomorrow and hope there will be some kind of resurrection, incarnation, what you will, or you die each day; die each day to yourself, to the misery, to your sorrow, put aside that burden every day so that your mind is fresh, young and innocent. The word ‘innocent’ means a mind that is not capable of being hurt, which doesn’t mean it has built up a lot of resistance. On the contrary, it is dying to everything it has known, in which there has been conflict, pleasure and pain. Only then the mind is innocent. That means to love. You cannot love with memory; love is not matter of remembrance and time.