Human love is soft, gauzy, shrouded in emotion. It shrinks from what is necessary. God’s love is hard, crystalline, and yet exactly right. It is like a case designed to hold and protect a delicate, oddly shaped piece of machinery. Human love is never quite the right shape—indeed, is sometimes grossly the wrong shape. To protect the device it must be padded, must shroud the hard edges and sharp points with foam and bubble wrap. But God’s love is always the right shape, precisely the right shape. The device fits exactly, every joint and extrusion supported perfectly by God’s hard and unyielding and crystalline love. Human love constrains and pinches, because only by pressure can its softness be made to fit. But God’s love allows us to be exactly what we are supposed to be.