November 17th Reading:

I just read a section of a poem from Anselm of Laon that I thought I would try to remember. It starts rather abruptly, so I'll try to add a bit to help understand what he means.

[I want to grasp] a little of your truth, to which my heart is already loyal

and which it loves. For I do not seek to understand in order that I may have faith, but I commit myself in order that I may understand; and what is more, I am certain that unless I so commit myself I shall not understand.

It might be strange out of the context of the book I am reading, but I just wanted to remember it.