If, through prayer, we ask a saint for their intercession, or if we merely daydream about them, and what they looked like, or how their voice sounded when they spoke, or laughed, or what sort of things could have made them laugh, even if we arrive at no conclusion, I imagine that something of their good might obtain to us, for to dwell on a saint is to evoke them, and to evoke them is to place ourselves in their presence, and to place ourselves in their presence is to bring upon us their gaze, which can remind us of what it’s like to be regarded with disinterested love, even if we can’t feel the weight of that gaze, as it doesn’t exist materially.