I have no hope at all, then, but in Your pity for me. Granting what You require, require whatever You will. You impose on us self-discipline. Well, as the writer has it, ‘Since I realized that no one can be self-disciplined unless God grants it, knowing who grants it is a mark of wisdom.’ Self-discipline is a gathering inward, toward oneness, from our disperasal out into severalness. For no one loves You well who loves anything else except because of You. You, my love, who burn forever without consuming, set me on fire, for the charity of God. You impose self-discipline? Require anything, granting what You require.