The soul’s knock in the night can take many forms. You may experience it as a deep sense of longing. Not the kind of longing that leads to the mall or the refrigerator, but the kind that moves downward, to a soft ache in the heart. It’s the kind of longing that leads you to ask, “Is this all there is to my life? Is this what I am supposed to be going, feeling, giving, getting?” This kind of longing can feel threatening. And so you silence its rumblings over and over until it demands to be heard—until it morphs into something else: a crisis or an illness or an addiction or some other Strange Angel.