We are all strings in the concert of God's joy.
Open your eyes and the whole world is full of God.
In this light, my spirit saw through all things and into all creatures and I recognized God in grass and plants.
For God is himself the Being of all Beings, and we are as gods in him, through whom he revealeth himself.
You are at enmity with yourself.
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.