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Reflection comes between us and every other person and object in the world. An object or a person can be reflected in so many different ways. Yet the heart of an object or the essence of the heart can never be reflected. All faith and creativity is the hunger to cross over this frontier, it is the desire for pure and total encounter and belonging. Love is an affair between a reflection and its object.

by John O'Donohue

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Reflection acts as a barrier between us and everything in the world, influencing how we perceive both people and objects. Each entity can be seen from various angles, yet the true essence or heart of a person or object remains hidden, unable to be fully captured in reflection. This illustrates the limitations of perception and the deeper truths that lie beneath surface appearances.

Fundamentally, the pursuit of faith and creativity stems from a longing to transcend these reflective boundaries, seeking genuine connection and belonging. Love can be understood as a relationship between our reflections and the true essence of those we care for, highlighting the profound journey towards authentic encounters with others and the world around us.

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