So long as
we are able to distinguish
any space whatever between the truth and us we remain outside it. The
thought, the
feeling, the desire, the consciousness of life, are not
yet quite life. But peace and repose can nowhere be found
except in
life, and in eternal life and the eternal life is the divine life, is
God. To become divine is then the aim
of life: then only can truth
be said to be ours beyond the possibility of loss, because it is no
longer outside us,
nor even in us, but we are it, and it is we; we
ourselves are a truth, a will, a work of God. Liberty has become
nature; the creature is one with its creator—one through love. It
is what it ought to be; its education is
finished, and its final
happiness begins. The sun of time declines and the light of eternal
blessedness arises.
Our fleshly hearts may call this mysticism. It
is the mysticism of Jesus: “I am one with my Father; ye shall be
one with me. We will be one with you.”
Amiel's Journal
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