It happens when you hate yourself so much, for everything that you are, because you realize you're always getting in the way of yourself. And then in a single moment, which becomes now, you say you love yourself and mean it. The space between the instance of the hate turning into love is the moment of truth. For the first time you see what you really are. And then you understand what is reality, what is fear, what is pleasure, what is timeless and eternal. And that which has no name. Afterwards you will know what true love is. And all your suffering just vanishes. Because you know all about suffering, and don't see the point of it anymore having known the point.