I thought that in prayer everything depended on me and my efforts, on the books passing through my hands, and the beauty of the words which I was able to introduce into my conversations with God. What is worse, I thought the knowledge of God I was acquiring through study and reasoning was the real and only one. I hadn’t yet understood that it was only an image, a covering, an introduction to God’s true and authentic revelation, which is supernatural and eternal.
Letters from the Desert
by Carlo Carretto