However hard I try, I find it impossible to construct anything greater than these three words, "Love one another"--- only to the end, and without exceptions: then all is justified and life is illumined, whereas otherwise it is an abomination and a burden.

---Mother Maria of Paris (cited in The Orthodox Way, Kallistos Ware, 40)

On that note:

From This Beautiful Mess, Sixpence None the Richer...

love, salvation, the fear of death (slocum/arhelger)

well i'm staring straight into the face of hell
you're so close and you can't even tell
i'm so wrapped up inside
because i don't have much to love

horrified i reel from pits unseen
falling off my pedestal of plentiful deeds
as it crumbles down on top of me
i contemplate my lack of love

come and save my soul
before it's not too late
i'm not afraid to admit
how much i hate myself

all these gongs and cymbals ring inside my head
surrendered body to the flames has singed the skin
can't speak in tongues and even if i could it's nothing
because i cannot love

come and save my soul
before it's not too late
i'm not afraid to admit
how much i hate myself

well i'm staring into the face of hell
i'm so close and i can't even tell
i'm so afraid i'll amount to nothing
because i cannot love