This groat will not be found so easily as ‘tis thought, for this work is not of one hour nor of one day, but many days and years, with much sweat and labour of body and travail of soul. And if thou cease not, but seek busily, sigh and sorrow deeply, mourn stilly,and stoop low, till thine eyes water for anguish and for pain, for that thou hast lost thy treasure Jesus, at the last (when His will is) well shalt thou find thy groat Jesus. When thou hast found Him, as I have said, that is when in purity of conscience feelest the familiar and peaceful presence of that blessed man Jesus Christ, at least a shadow or glimmering of Him; thou mayest, if thou wilt, call all thy friends to thee to make mirth with thee and melody, for that thou hast found thy groat Jesus. (John Climacus)

This groat - substantiveness, thickness, greatness - is available to all at every moment. But few know it even for a moment.

We are busy, but not in seeking. We sigh, but not because we have lost Jesus. We are sorrowful over emphemera, while unaware of the joy we have misplaced.

I doubt, though, that purity of conscience is the salve for our blindness. More likely, purity of acceptance... both of ourselves and Jesus.