I began to understand anew that the disguises Love wears will often be puzzling and beyond my understanding. . . . Sometimes the house of cards has to fall. Only then, in fact, did my eyes open. Only then did I experience the impermanence of everything I was so desperate to secure. Only then did I listen long enough to hear something within me speak. Something that knew me well.

Whatever precipitated my arousal had to have been a brush with Love. What else awakens us? And it was, perhaps, the closest I'll come to ever understanding the breadth of Love and the mystery of being here. Now I realized that this same Love would never cease driving me toward greater knowledge, which is why I must honor it always.

— Paula D'Arcy, Seeking With All My Heart