We are all strings in the concert of God's joy.

In this light, my spirit saw through all things and into all creatures and I recognized God in grass and plants.

Whatever the self describes, describes the self.

What kind of spiritual triumph it was I can neither write nor speak; it can only be compared with that where life is born in the midst of death, and is like the resurrection of the dead.

Everything we see in nature is manifested truth; only we are not able to recognize it unless truth is manifest within ourselves.

The perfect state, the summum bonum, is Play. In play, life expresses itself in its fullness. God's life is play. Adam fell when his play became serious business .

In this light my spirit suddenly saw through all, and in and by all creatures, even in herbs and grass it knew God, who he is, and how he is, and what his will is: And suddenly in that light my will was set on by a mighty impulse, to describe the being of God.