Late have I loved you, O Beauty ever ancient, ever new, late have I loved you! You were within me, but I was outside, and it was there that I searched for you. In my unloveliness I plunged into the lovely things which you created. You were with me, but I was not with you. Created things kept me from you; yet if they had not been in you they would have not been at all. You called, you shouted, and you broke through my deafness. You flashed, you shone, and you dispelled my blindness. You breathed your fragrance on me; I drew in breath and now I pant for you. I have tasted you, now I hunger and thirst for more. You touched me, and I burned for your peace.
- Augustine, Confessions, 10.27
It's beautiful, isn't it?
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Our heart is restless until it finds its rest in Thee. Or words to that effect.
Whither art thou gone, O noble Avgheagh?
I thought that you were back from the store.
It's too quite around here.
O Lady of the Oak Tree, come shelter thy faithful readers.
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