I can only search for something
that I have, to some degree,
already found.
How can I search for beauty and truth
unless that beauty and truth are already known to me
in the depth of my heart?
It seems that all of us human beings have
deep inner memories of the paradise that we have lost.
Maybe the word "innocence" is better
than the word "paradise."
We are innocent before we started feeling guilty
we were in the light before we entered the darkness
we were at home before we started to search for a home.
Deep in the recesses of our minds and hearts
there lies hidden the treasure we seek.
We know its preciousness
and we know that it holds the gift we most desire
a life stronger than death.
Henri J.M. Nouwen Life of the Beloved
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