"There is an apocryphal story, that when the German philosopher Goethe lay dying, he was supposed to have opened his eyes, and said, “Light. Please, God. Let me have light. I must have light.” And, a hundred years later, the Spanish philosopher Unomono, upon hearing what had been supposedly Goethe’s final statement, is suppose to have responded: “No. Impossible. Goethe would not have asked for light. Not light. He would have asked for warmth. He would have said, ‘Please, God, let me have warmth. I must have warmth. Men do not die of the darkness. They die of the cold. It is the frost that kills. And this warmth I talk of, this is the warmth of love.”’"