If it is finally love that moves the sun and the stars, to sound the great trumpet blast struck seven centuries ago by Dante Alighieri, along with every planet here below, then we must see such love at work, always and everywhere, even amid the hardship and the horror of our lives. We mustn’t shrink before the logic implicit in such a claim, for all our happiness will depend on the truth of it.
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