For the soul’s sense is love;
by love it perceives whatever it perceives;
alike when it is pleased and when it is offended.
When the soul reaches out in love to anything,
a certain change takes place in it by which it is transmuted into the object loved;
it does not become of the same nature as that object,
but by its affection it is conformed to what it loves.
— William of St. Thierry
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