Some people live as if they have nothing to be saved from anymore. Their psychologist told them how to feel, their priest told them how to pray, their teacher told them how to think, their doctor told them what pills to take, their friend told them where to show up, their insurance guy told them what to pay, and their boss told them what to do. They are surrounded by specialists of all sorts but of their hearts.

Their hearts drown in the counsels of man, secured in their predictions and experiences, knowledge, and predictable outcomes. Yet they are not satisfied and after hours they wander to places where the virgin Light shines through the prism of simplicity.

They long for the touch that would confirm their soft spot for loving Love that is not loved. And from there, all things are possible.