He who sees a need and waits to be asked for help is as unkind as if he had refused it. - Dante Alighieri

Fate's arrow, when expected, travels slow

"[Sonetto V]
Cavalcando l’altr’ier per un cammino,
pensoso de l’andar che mi sgradia,
trovai Amore in mezzo de la via
in abito leggier di peregrino.

Ne la sembianza mi parea meschino,
come avesse perduto segnoria;
e sospirando pensoso venia,
per non veder la gente, a capo chino.

Quando mi vide, mi chiamò per nome,
e disse: "Io vegno di lontana parte,
ov’era lo tuo cor per mio volere;

e recolo a servir novo piacere".
Allora presi di lui sì gran parte,
ch’elli disparve, e non m’accorsi come."

O grace abounding and allowing me to dare
to fix my gaze on the Eternal Light,
so deep my vision was consumed in it!

I saw how it contains within its depths
all things bound in a single book by love
of which creation is the scattered leaves:

how substance, accident, and their relation
were fused in such a way that what I now
describe is but a glimmer of that Light.