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The Alone... A loneliness that we will never be able to penetrate in Your infinite-like capacity.... O, Jesus! The reflection of this terrible loneliness were the bleeding moments of Your sorrowful passion, in which Your whole humanity expressed how forsaken was Your soul, not only in Your sorrowful inner tragedy, but also in Your solitary Via Crucis of human abandonment.

What a struggle –without struggle–, that which took place between the offended Holi­ness of the Father, who could not accept sin, and the same Holiness that, in His Only Bego­tten Son, turned towards the Father, implored His, in a supreme agony of infinite and bloody immolation: “Embrace Me with all of mankind, or reject Me with all of it.”

The soul that is not understood cannot be consoled. Your soul, O my Christ, a mystery and a wonder of divine love, because it is the soul of the Word, has an incomprehensible capacity for us as regards love and pain, which on earth has never been embraced nor will it ever be. And since the soul is consoled insofar as it is understood, that part of the soul of Christ that remains not understood receives no comfort either; and, since His capacity exceeds almost infinitely ours, that mysterious, profound and transcendent part, to which we will never be able to reach out, remains comfortless, and that is why: “I looked for comforters, but I found none.”

Such was the excellence of God, so immense the greatness of His infinite Being in the plenitude of His strength, so infinitely different and distant from all that He was not, that everything that He was not, before my spiritual gaze, practically became non-being… There was nothing but God! because God was Himself all that was in the excellent plenitude of the might, of His infinite consubstantial and coeternal divine Being.