How does deep love feel? Sort of soggy, rich, like the humus of a forest floor. That’s as close as I can get. Stuff grows from it. It feeds everything we know. Connects us to everyone we have ever known, or will know. Roots us. Nurtures us, nourishes us. All this life truly is, along the way, is a challenge to remain connected to this deepest of metaphysical realities. I think we have to feel our way down, into the dark, where the mushrooms grow, send roots out, drink deeply. Our thoughts and moods are like froth on the top of a pint of beer – it’s like we have to sink our mouths through to get to the really good stuff. It’s not that we become thought-less, but we need to get into the loving, life giving substance from which our thoughts and action rise. Thought and action in themselves do not and cannot nourish, try as we might to make them. They might stimulate our appetite, but we must allow them to draw us in to taking a deep draft of what lies beneath. I think this Way embodies and teaches humility – hence the etymological connection.