He is not afraid of your presumptuous approach to him. It is you who are afraid to come near him. He is not watching over his dignity. It is you who fear to be sent away as the disciples would have sent away the little children.
But to the man who would live throughout the whole divine form of his being, a thousand questions will arise to which the Bible does not even allude. “Leave them,” says the dull disciple. “I cannot,” returns the man.
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