“I think I see what you mean,” Marian answered.
I continued: “Moses spoke of God in that same way, as the vast Self: ‘And God said unto Moses, I Am That I Am; and he said, Thus shalt thou say unto the children of Israel, I Am hath sent me unto you.’
“And so,” I went on, “myself and yourself, the self of every man and the self of the universe, that is God.”
With delightful frankness they said that they liked it better as it was put in “that thing on Brahma.”
“So do I,” I answered. “We know only self. Is it not so?”
“I don’t like the word ‘self,’” said Ruth; “it is too limited. I think only of my little self.”
Marian agreed. Virginia said that to her it seemed the true word, that she felt the whole as a vast self. “But isn’t it more?” she asked. “God is feeling. When I ride in an open trolley, and the wind blows in my face, and the trees blow, and the clouds move in the sky, then the feeling that it gives me I call God.”
“Isn’t it self, within yourself?” I asked.
“Yes, it is,” she answered.
“Now,” I said, “we are little, incomplete, limited creatures, but we need the whole universe to be complete. The whole universe is the rest of self, the rest of myself. That is what I mean by God, and in that sense I am a part of God.”