It has been like this for some time, I cannot remember how long now. This strange, unfamiliar yet growing sense that I am losing my taste for things. My senses, when it comes to most external things, seem to be getting duller. More and more I prefer silence and rest to stimulation and excitement. And what used to thrill me before now feel like I am tasting them through a layer of cotton. Music. Entertainment. Good food. Even good reading. Ideas. Intellectual discussions. They give me far less pleasure now than they used to. Except for when they mediate God’s deep truth to me. In those times, I feel Christ pierce my soul and I am overwhelmed by Beauty.
What satisfies me now is being streamlined. Till perhaps only God remains.
Journey of the Heart 