Learn to love people slowly. Pick up their rhythm, fall in with their beat–let yours be interrupted. Loving people is not like walking into a room and fumbling for the nearest switch. Surely love is like entering and discovering the candles, one by one. It is finding a way to each one (without rearranging the furniture or trying to clean on the way). Love is no conquistador; it wields no torch to hasten a task; it is not on the lookout for other, better rooms. It won’t be dissuaded by threats from troubles yet hidden. It is not exploitive, and yet it never tires of discovery. Love a person, and you will find it to be a slow, slow illuminating; it moves best at ease. Love is patient because love is for the patient.