Only the hand that erases can write the true thing.
.... all blades of grass, wood, and stone, all things are One.
The soul at its highest is found like God, but an angel gives a closer idea of Him. That is all an angel is: an idea of God.
He who would be serene and pure needs but one thing, detachment.
The seed of God is in us: Pear seeds grow into pear trees; Hazel seeds into hazel trees; And God seeds into God.
I may err but I am not a heretic, for the first has to do with the mind and the second with the will!