There is a taste of something contained within certain well-turned phrases that clearly came from someone who has engaged the mind and the heart.
The writings of those who have engaged only their minds can be interesting, but they leave me cold and do not have a savor about them.
This may be the spiritual sweetness that St. John of the Cross speaks about. Certainly, my sense of being able to taste spiritual sweetness wanes as the day passes, and my thoughts become more mundane and worldly.
Suddenly, I find myself believing that the only kinds of sweetness that can satisfy me are worldly ones. My belief stems from the forces/voices I can no longer seem to hold at bay. I am only moderately satisfied if I give into them, but I am extremely edgy and distracted if I don’t.
Some texts are clearly satisfying to my soul, others are like cotton candy for the soul–they are so full of one-dimensional platitudes that the sweetness isn’t nourishing. There has to be an intellectual component to them, but if this is too strong, then they become dry and satisfying only to the ego that puffs itself up when it thinks it is smarter than everyone else.