I have to do draft after draft… It takes me a long time, but I love doing it, and I have to do it every day, or I feel slack.
Love
Human beings are at their core defined by what they worship rather than primarily by what they think, know, or believe. That is bound up with the central Augustinian claim that we are what we love.
He who would not be idle, let him fall in love.
All mankind love a lover.
Not necessity, not desire – no, the love of power is the demon of men. Let them have everything – health, food, a place to live, entertainment – they are and remain unhappy and low-spirited: for the demon waits and waits and will be satisfied.
We are born of love; Love is our mother.
The core of the person is what he or she loves, and that is bound up with what they worship – that insight recalibrates the radar for cultural analysis. The rituals and practices that form our loves spill out well beyond the sanctuary. Many secular liturgies are trying to get us to love some other kingdom and some other gods.
They sin who tell us Love can die: with Life all other passions fly, all others are but vanity.
The weight of the world is love. Under the burden of solitude, under the burden of dissatisfaction.
To love someone is to isolate him from the world, wipe out every trace of him, dispossess him of his shadow, drag him into a murderous future. It is to circle around the other like a dead star and absorb him into a black light.