My heart, however, yearns upward to the heights. I do not know why it is so full of life that the left side of my breast swells to bursting. O where is my desire driving me? That I shall find out if I can!1 The yearning for the heights confessed by Gahmuret is not necessarily experienced as a spiritual yearning; indeed it is not for Gahmuret. Rathe

As the poet Rilke exclaimed, “I want to know my own will and to move with it. And I want, in the hushed moments when the nameless draws near, to be among the wise ones—or else alone.”73

Besides, sometimes, to resolve desire, it’s better to let the thing bloom. To feel this thing, to let it catch you unaware, to hold onto the ache. What is better than believing you are heading towards love?