as my infancy closed I was already seeking for signs by which my feelings might be made known to others. Whence could such a creature come but from Thee, O Lord? Or shall any man be skilful enough to fashion himself? Or is there any other vein by which being and life runs into us save this, that “Thou, O Lord, hast made us,”1 with whom being and life are one, because Thou Thyself art being and life in the highest? Thou art the highest, “Thou changest not,”2 neither in Thee doth this present day
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