Imagination, there on high—To high to breathe free, after such a climb—Had lost its power; but now, just like a wheelThat spins so evenly it measures timeBy space, the deepest wish that I could feelAnd all my will, were turning with the loveThat moves the sun and all the stars above.

Your life is breathed forth immediately/ by the Chief Good, who so enamors it/ of His own self that it desires Him always.

Ecce deus fortior me, qui veniens dominabitur michi.

That infinite and indescribable good which is there above races as swiftly to love as a ray of light to a bright body.It gives of itself according to the ardor it finds, so that as charity spreads farther the eternal good increases upon it,and the more souls there are who love, up there, the more there are to love well, and the more love they reflect to each other, as in a mirror.

Heat cannot be separated from fire, or beauty from The Eternal.