"I pull the candle closer, returning to St. Angela’s experience with love, which is really a continuous cycle of elation and pain that leaves her entirely full or entirely empty, and when she is empty, her only desire is to suffer enough to return to that place of satiation. I will leave you in such great love of Me, she is told by God, that your soul will always burn with it. It echoes and echoes and echoes. He withdrew so very gently and so very gradually. I lost then that Love that I bore in myself. [...] I could not imagine a death vile enough to match my desire, St. Angela writes."