So I saw the angel holding in his hand a long golden dart, the iron end of which bore, I believe, a little fire. It seemed to me that he sometimes plunged it through my heart and buried it to the insides. Pulling it back, it seemed as if this iron took them with it and left me all aflame with an immense love of God. The pain was so sharp it made me moan like I’ve been talking about. But the sweetness caused by this incomparable torment is so excessive that the soul cannot desire its end, nor be satisfied with anything apart from God.