| C:I.3 | The mind will speak of love and yet hold the heart prisoner to its new rules, new laws, and still say “this is right” and “this is wrong.” It will speak of love and not see its intolerance or judgment. It will speak of love to be helpful and with all sincerity, and yet the very logic that it uses, though new, wounds the heart of the most tender, of those most called to love and its sweetness. “I am wrong to feel the way I do” the tender-hearted says to herself and, convinced that another knows what she does not, covers over her tenderness with protection. |