on a night heavy with stress, under a sky painted with clouds that tried to hide the splendour beyond, i sat eyes up and melted. there is Love in the air; that night i stole the chance and breathed it in deeply, but it is always there and i needn’t have been so greedy in the moment. it is a Love that a woman cannot give a man, nor a man a woman, but only a God who is Love the Beloved – which i am, which we are. space is vast, the stars mark measures we cannot fathom, yet across this infinite God is, and we are made to feel the Nothing and All at the same (time). this is a great Love, which recognizes the obscure plain nature of is, which Loves us in and as this obscure plain soul.God, are we all not the work of your hands, yet who among us loves that which we have made as you? how can I love you with a love even faintly similar to that great Love with which you love me? You who have numbered the stars and the sands, who have walked with prophets and kings, who hears all the prayers of all the souls always, how is it that you hear me now, so small and simple and hidden amongst this great mass? I love you, I love you …