"My daughter, if one wants to make a hole in a hard object or give it another shape, that object would be ruined or shattered. But if it is tender or made of soft material, one can make the hole or give it the shape desired, without fearing that it might break. And if one wanted to return it to the original shape, that object would offer itself with no difficulty.
Such is the soul who lives in my Will.
She is a soft object. I can make of her whatever I want. Now I wound her, now I embellish her, now I enlarge her, in one instant I remake her again, while the soul is available for everything. She does not oppose herself to anything, and I always carry her in my hands, delighting continuously in her."
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