There is no great love in 'The Wedding'. Not the kind that takes your breath away. That overwhelms and consumes. That doesn't allow you to think of anything but each other, obsessively and endlessly. That doesn't let the burning stop. That makes you look into each other's eyes and fall apart, melt away. That becomes unbearable, yet you crave more of it. And so on. It's not there. No, it's not, I look and check and it's not there. There are its parodies, its memories, premonitions, its shadows. But it, that kind, is not there.

But there is instead a great, tender, sometimes malicious, but understanding, sometimes strict, but unconditional love for you, Nation. All of you.

I wonder if you've noticed.