desire to be perfect

Yea, in the way of thy judgments, O LORD, have we waited for thee; the desire of our soul is to thy name, and to the remembrance of thee. With my soul have I desired thee in the night; yea, with my spirit within me will I seek thee early: for when thy judgments are in the earth, the inhabitants of the world will learn righteousness.
—  Isaiah 26:8-9 (KJV)
Even if we were very good at making everything outside of ourselves be just the way we ourselves want it to be (a ludicrous thought, you must admit), we could fundamentally never get everything perfect: because our desires are always changing, because they are often conflicting, and because the changes of the environment can never keep up with the pace of the wanting mind. The satisfaction of desire as a strategy for happiness will always be a doomed enterprise.
—  Andrew Olendzki, Unlimiting Mind: The Radically Experiential Psychology of Buddhism


“Chrom said you jumped at the chance to fight against the Risen… and I’ll admit, there’s something about you that’s encouraging.” Felix arched an eyebrow as he looked over her. “It’s the opposite of a dark mage… instead of eminating some disturbed aura, your own magical light is… incredibly blessed. As if Naga Herself touched you.”

“Well… there are limits to my power. It’s a matter of endurance. Let’s just say… if I use too much without finding a way to rest, that’ll be the end. For all of us.”

There were no witches here, were there? How was she to purify her gem? This may have been a mistake, but she didn’t have a way home.