Seeing. I have heard it is believing, but I have seen nothing which I truly believe. God I have not seen, I have not seen a perfect love. Indeed, it seems that seeing precludes belief, because the moment something becomes tangible, manageable; believing resolves disappointingly into knowing, and knowing dies to imagination, dies to any hope. Perhaps this is why love is blind, for love believes, hopes, endures, and bears all things. Therefore, the syllogism "love is blind, God is love, God is blind" works! For what other God than a blind one, is capable of loving me?