We must never install ourselves in anything whatever, except in God alone.  Love requires it and spiritual poverty must go that far.  Acts of the theological virtues of faith, hope, and love reach God as he is in himself, and not just as partially refracted in the concepts of faith.  Yet this is only true if one surrenders to their dynamism of love that plunges into the unknown depths of the Mystery and leaps up toward the One who remains hidden behind the wall.  The life of prayer involves an endless transcending, a refusal to settle down, a thirst for the infinite, which shatter, one after the other, the pious and reassuring idols that we tirelessly construct, one after the other.  That is the desert.  –‘The Wound of Love’ A. Carthusian Miscellany