Just as we cannot hope to catch and keep a cooling breeze on a hot summer’s eve, but only stand still there — grateful for the moment of its passing — neither can we take hold of what is True or born of Love. Like the flame of a candle that comforts us on a dark night, Truth and Love may not be held by us, even though we are made for one another; for any movement made toward them, to possess their peaceful Presence, only causes them to flicker and go out.