I’m wondering whether the opening lines from William Shakespeare’s sonnet, The Passionate Pilgrim (Sonnet 138), could help us understand what’s going on when a person gets passionate in their “love for God.”
“When my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her, though I know she lies.”
The classic lover’s quarrel of believing and knowing, reason and faith, head and heart?
Hark! What thinkest thou?