another one goes to where?

I had to tell a man that he may not live to see the next day, he was compos mentis. He had by choice rejected all family and friends. He was rich in money, apathy and total indifference. His gifts, love, thoughts and concern were in service only to himself. There are many things worse than a painful death. When we replace Gods love for us, with self-love, we become our own god and sub-conciously live to turn others into our servants. All our gifts and love turn inward, and they wither and die.

Love is not a human construct, it is a gift from God. It is God. It was made to be given back and to be shared. Love ceases to be love when it is only for yourself.