Child, you can never grow old of this pain. It sustains your being. Your longings and needings are tied up in it. How could a servant ever want anything more? Everything dies in the physical world; everything but the Light of Heaven. One is blinded to my existence if one does not need me. Blessed are the ones who suffer like you do. Their treasure is within their poor hearts. No king of his own house will ever uncover my treasure until he gives all his treasure away.
~God
~God
