For paradise we long. For perfection we were made... This longing is the source of the hunger and dissatisfaction that mark our lives... This longing makes our loves and friendships possible, and so very unsatisfactory. The hunger is for... nothing less than perfect communion with the... one in whom all the fragments of our scattered existence come together... we must not stifle this longing. It is a holy dissatisfaction. Such dissatisfaction is not a sickness to be healed, but the seed of a promise to be fulfilled... The only death to fear is the death of settling for something less