It is all dominant, all conquering. There is no hope of resisting it, for it outreaches the most vigilant, submerges everything, acquiring strength as it proceeds. Ever growing, even growing out of itself.
Love is the light, the majesty of life.
That principle to which, after all our struggling, writhing, and twisting all things must be resolved. Love is of such a refining, elevating character that it expels all that is mean and base. It bids us to think great thoughts, do great deeds, and changes our common clay into fine gold. Love illuminates our path, dark and mysterious as it may be, with torchlights lit from the one great light. Poor, weak and inexpressive are words when sought to strew as with stars, the path of the expression of love's greatness and power.