Love has no continuity, love has no tomorrow. The picture on the wall, the image of the person you love in your mind, those are not love, merely memory, a recollection, a remembrance. Love means to die to everything you have known. And as love is unknown, so death is unknown. You cannot love with the known. To enter into the unknown, which is death, one must die every day to everything, and only then is the mind fresh, young and innocent. In that, there is no death.