some reality. Where there is hunger, there is somewhere real food that can satisfy it. If there is thirst, there must be water. And if there is divine discontent with earth even at its best, there must be a Heaven. The explanation for this mysterious desire is Augustine’s great sentence: “Thou hast made us for Thyself, and [therefore] our hearts are restless until they rest in Thee” (Confessions I, 1). The reason for our restless lover’s quarrel with the world is that we are engaged to God, not to