I thought again of good old Saint Paul, writing so passionately all those years ago to his disciples on the subject of love. It’s easy to see how the Corinthians might have misunderstood him though – he was describing what they’d be finding in themselves as they opened their hearts to a deeper reality:

“Love is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love has no fear; it does not worry; love keeps no records of wrongs; never fails.”

Onion said thoughtfully, ‘You know, that’s actually a pretty good desciption of you at the present time, darling.’