Good to keep in mind how limited the value is of thinking things out. Thoughts of this kind have a theoretical side for which their content consists of propositions embodying judgments which are to be reconciled with the impersonal coalition of all related judgments already accepted, and a poetic or intuitionistic side by which they are used as instructions for setting the orientation of mental vision, pointing it in a certain novel direction in order that you might fleetingly experience for yourself what it is that they indicate beyond thought, so that you might become that experience. These two sides are inseparable twins and play off against each other so that the process becomes an endless circular dance whose inner motivation is its own perpetuation. The process is a doing which nets as wide a range of understandings as it can and as pertaining to the doer. It perpetuates its loving what it loves and not simply what it loves. The mind must do something and why not this as opposed to anything else. But as it circles you maintain a certain vigilant detachment keeping watch for the knowledge that you know you know but that stays hidden from yourself. You recognise its traces, it's the beloved that once tasted can never be forgotten, the beloved that will accept your sacrifice, your gift, your self.