So, what do you think ought to be done, dear friend? What else, but to trust in the exhortation of God himself, and to believe in the Truth which cannot deceive? For he calls out to everyone, saying, ‘Come to me, all who labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.’ Is it not, after all, a most ridiculous and fruitless labour to be swollen with lust, continually to be tortured with anxiety and worry, fear and sorrow, for the objects of your passion? Is there any heavier burden than to have one’s spirit thus cast down into the abyss from the sublime peak of its natural dignity – the veritable quintessence of right order gone awry? Flee, my brother, from these unending miseries and disturbances; leave the raging storms of this world… ‘The Wound of Love’ A Carthusian Miscellany