Love is the beauty of the soul.
We come to God by love and not by navigation.
Why is it that man desires to be made sad, beholding doleful and tragical things, which yet himself would by no means suffer?
Other sins find their vent in the accomplishment of evil deeds, whereas pride lies in wait for good deeds, to destroy them.
I believe in order to understand
I was in misery, and misery is the state of every soul overcome by friendship with mortal things and lacerated when they are lost. Then the soul becomes aware of the misery which is its actual condition even before it loses them.