The individual is only an iteration of reality, a conduit through which the divine can be perceived or connected with. Her call for him to “love some more” extends past his or her individual lives, but is a suggestion for him to continue to allow the divine to take shape through his life, his reality, to bless him with its light, its beauty, its power. The one through whom love flows is made divine. That is the only divinity. The only thing about love is god.
He relinquishes his tao of death, having seen the light. His last suicide is the killing in himself of the fascination with death. He kills death so that life may live through love. The two are irreconcilable.
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