I felt veneration for St. John--veneration so strong that its impetus thrust me at once to the point I had so long shunned. I was tempted to cease struggling with him--to rush down the torrent of his will into the gulf of his existence, and there lose my own.
Experimenté admiración hacia John y por un momento me sentí tentada a dejar de resistirle, a dejarme arrastrar por el torrente de su voluntad hacia la corriente de su existencia y mezclarme con ella.