"Inexorable Love"

"Nothing is inexorable but love. Love which will yield to prayer is imperfect and poor. Nor is it then the love that yields, but its alloy... For love loves unto purity. Love has ever in view the absolute loveliness of that which it beholds. Where loveliness is incomplete, and love cannot love its fill of loving, it spends itself to make more lovely, that it may love more; it strives for perfection, even that itself may be perfected--not in itself, but in the object... Therefore all that is not beautiful in the beloved, all that comes between and is not of love's kind, must be destroyed. And our God is a consuming fire."

-George MacDonald, Unspoken Sermons, "The Consuming Fire"

Inexorable. Unmovable, unpersuadable, unyielding. Is it true that "nothing is inexorable but love"? The foundations my feet have walked seem very strong. The rocks that line the rocky shores of this coastal path, my hand cannot break. Yet, Mam Tor is eroding. It is the shivering mountain that it is named. The rocks my hands pick up are changed over time, even if I cannot see it. If change happens to such seemingly steadfast things as these, what else may move?