When silence, wonder, adoration are diminished, so are human beings. We imagine we can get by on love and indeed we can. But love shrivels up and dies in the absence of contemplation and adoration. Love, human love, needs to be transfigured, transcended, if it is to be true to its deepest self.
I am but two days old."
What shall I call thee?
"I happy am,
Joy is my name."
Sweet joy befall thee!