Who can know me, who knows the fervor of my heart, which burns in truth with the fire of a supernal love of God?
“My spirit expires for You; my heart and my flesh sing to the living God.”
Who can realize that I am unable to take interest in any limited matter because of my great yearning for the eternal delight of the infinite expanses—that I am sick with love?
And not only do others not know me, but I myself do not know myself.
How much must I battle against myself, to keep hold of an inner faith in the greatness of my soul? And that greatness has nothing to do with deeds; it is intrinsically great, because of what it is. It is a supernal freedom, and all teachings and mitzvot only serve to make a measure of its worth clear to it.
Chadarav
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