“The soul pines for its heart’s desires and in its longings will be joys and sorrows— deaths, near deaths, dead ends, angst, failures, friction, the blisters, the bliss, fits and starts, the incomprehension and opposition of others and even of yourself. “What the hell am I doing?” The soul cannot not be what it is. It needs be itself, reveal itself. Let ‘er rip. Consequences, ego, and Church be damned.”