'What is love's urgency, but the urgency of the awakened heart? How might I die to the cherished illusions that I'm anything less, or other than, the oceanic love of God that is my life? And how might I realize that tonight, with the directness and the clarity with which I see the palms of my own hands, or hear my own breathing? That's really it: there's this unexplainable desire for an awakening, that one is powerless to attain, but short of which nothing makes any sense. This is the flavour of the Way.'    James Finley.