You want God to tell you something is true so you’ll really know it’s true, but you know that even if He tells you you won’t entirely believe Him.
“All things worth praise
That unto Khadeeth’s mart have
From far been brought through perils over-passed,
All santal, myrrh, and spikenard that disarms
The pard’s swift anger; these would weigh but light
‘Gainst thy delights, my Khadeeth! Whence protected
By naught save her great grace that in him showeth,
My song goes forth and on her mercy calleth.”
Ezra Pound | “Canzon: Of Incense”