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Nemo dat quod non habet

You can't give what you don't have.

To give means to surrender something, to offer it and lose it. Whence the danger of the gift: for the gift to be, it must be mine first (of value to me, perhaps as valuable as my self, or my own self already) and only then could what I give attain the rank of gift--unnecessary and absurd, but given freely without being asked or without asking for something in exchange.

How is this possible?--that I give while I know very well that what I give, since it was not asked, might not be even graciously accepted, could be rejected, used and then abused, or finally destroyed? Before such fear we then only give things we can lose (dispensable) or even hate (revenge)--like a fake bill we received--whereas the point of the gift is to give what I have and not what I do not have or do not want to have.

My God, help me learn how to give all that I have so that I may be emptied--and finally be worthy of receiving again.

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