We must love the world as new lovers do each other, as if to be in the beloved's presence is to walk through a world made newly luminous, finding that every ordinary gesture — the way he drops his car keys on the table, the way she raises a cup to her lips — is holy and part of a sacred dance. Mystic vision is a lover's vision, and despite the pain love brings, to see the world through a lover's eyes is already to have chosen it.
— Philip Simmons, Learning to Fall