Loyal? As loyal as anyone who plays second fiddle ever is.
People have to snatch at happiness when they can, in this world. It is always easier to lose than to find.
Only a Woman, divine, could know all that a woman can suffer.
The irregular and intimate quality of things made entirely by the human hand.
The sun was like a great visiting presence that stimulated and took its due from all animal energy. When it flung wide its cloak and stepped down over the edge of the fields at evening, it left behind it a spent and exhausted world.
In other searchings it might be the object of the quest that brought satisfaction, or it might be something incidental that one got on the way; but in religion, desire was fulfilment, it was the seeking itself that rewarded.