My soul is on fire to know this most intricate enigma. Shut it not up, O Lord my God, good Father; through Christ I beseech
Thee, do not shut up these usual, yet hidden things, from my desire, that it be hindered from piercing into them; but let
them dawn through Thy enlightening mercy, O Lord. Whom shall I enquire of concerning these things? and to whom shall I more
fruitfully confess my ignorance, than to Thee, to Whom these my studies, so vehemently kindled toward Thy Scriptures,
are not troublesome? Give what I love; for I do love, and this hast Thou given me. Give, Father, Who truly knowest to
give good gifts unto Thy children. Give, because I have taken upon me to know, and trouble is before me until Thou openest
it. By Christ I beseech Thee, in His Name, Holy of holies, let no man disturb me. For I believed, and therefore do I speak.
This is my hope, for this do I live, that I may contemplate the delights of the Lord. Behold, Thou hast made my days old,
pass away, and how, I know not. And we talk of time, and time, and times, and times, “How long time is it since he said
this”; “how long time since he did this”; and “how long time since I saw that”; and “this syllable hath double time to that
single short syllable.” These words we speak, and these we hear, and are understood, and understand. Most manifest and ordinary
they are, and the self-same things again are but too deeply hidden, and the discovery of them were new.