“Certainly, Chesterton seemed to understand asceticism, at least in theory. For the contemplative vision, he says, reveals the world as it really is by turning it upside-down, and revealing the fragile dependence of all that seemed solid and certain upon the fine thread of the mercy of God, on which it hangs. This is the discovery of an infinite debt, of the kind that lovers delight in: we love to be in each other’s debt, and so to be continually paying it back. Thus the saint, who is nothing if he is not a lover, “will always be throwing things away into a bottomless pit of unfathomable thanks.”