 Thus indeed that I catch sight of those invisible things of yours that are understood according to the things that are made. But I was not yet strong enough to fix my gaze there. In my infirmity, I was beaten back and I returned to my old habits of thought. All I brought away was the memory, loving and longing for what it had, so to speak, caught the aroma of, the food I could not yet eat. Such lovely haunting imagery will resonate with many readers who know what it means to reason their way to a conviction that God is real and even to catch a glimpse of Him that stirs the heart with yearning, and who find themselves too weakened by old habits, either mental or physical, to pursue Him ardently.