I am always on the way in the Divine Fiat. My little intelligence never stops; it runs, it always runs in order to be able to find me, for as much as it is possible for me, together on the course of the Incessant Acts that the Divine Will does for Love of creatures. To think that It always Loves me, It never ceases Loving me, and I do not run in Its Love in order to love It—I can not do it. I feel that I would do It a wrong. Rather I feel myself in the labyrinth of Its Love, and without force I love It and I want to investigate Its Love in order to see how much more It Loves me.
And I remain surprised in seeing Its Immense Seas of Love, and my love, hardly a little drop, and what is more, drawn from Its same sea. Therefore it is necessary for me to be in Its same sea and to tell It: “Your Love is mine, therefore we Love each other with one single Love.” In this way I calmed down, and the Divine Volition was content; it was necessary to take of Its, to be daring, otherwise I remain without anything to give, and with a love so tiny that it dies on the lips.