Each soul that’s born a zero is compared to Me!
Their love is but the froth; My love, the sea of love!
Froth comes and goes; the ocean none remove.
More I may say. For, in this earthly oyster-shell
There’s naught but froth of froth, of froth of froth to tell!’“435
The Lord thus spake;—the Lord, that sea of purity!—
He spake not by conjecture;—truth’s own entity!
What I here state is said in love’s humility.
The Lord is He to whom I fly,—sole Deity!
If thou wouldst put to test what I have here set forth,