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“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 not have been at all.  You called, you shouted, and you broke through my deafness.  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 you peace.  When once I shall be united to you with my whole being, I shall at last be free of sorrow and toil.  Then my life will be alive, filled entirely with you.  When you fill someone, you relieve him of his burden, but because I am not yet filled with you, I am a burden to myself.” – St. Augustine’s, Confessions