Above thought is the intellect, which still seeks: it goes about looking, spies out here and there, picks up and drops. But above the intellect that seeks is another intellect which does not seek but stays in its pure, simple being, which is embraced in that light.
As God can only be seen by His own light, so He can only be loved by His own love.
It is in the darkness that one finds the light.
Truly, it is in darkness that one finds the light, so when we are in sorrow, then this light is nearest of all to us.