Confessions

"Late have I loved you, beauty so and and so new; late have I loved you. And see, you were within and I was in the external world and sought you there, and in my unlovely stare u plunged into those lovely created things which you want. You were with me, and I was not with you. The lovely things kept me far from you, though if they did not have their existence in you, their had no existence at all. You called and cried and cried out loud and shattered my deafness. You were radiant and resplendent, you put flight to you blindness. You were fragrant, and I drew in my breath and now pant after you. I tasted you, and I feel but hunger and thirst for you. You touched me, and I am set on fire to attain the peace which is yours."

-Augustine