Be quiet, my soul, you’re talking too much!

It was good to be up there, with Peter and John, contemplating the Bridegroom’s glory, staying with him for a long time, and –if he would have wanted– putting up not two or three tents but only one in which to dwell together in his joy! Yet, the Bridegroom is already exclaiming: Let me leave, dawn is already coming. You have received the luminous grace and the so strongly desired visit. Then he blesses you and, as the angel once did to Jacob, mortifies the nerve of your thigh (Gen 32:25.31); he changes your name from Jacob to Israel and thereafter seems to leave. The Bridegroom, desired for so long, quickly hides himself; the vision of the contemplation fades and its sweetness evaporates. Yet the Bridegroom remains present in your heart, constantly governing it.  —Guigo II the Carthusian “The Ladder of Monks”