On the other hand...
one who does not do and does not Live in It...
is like a flower that is snatched from the plant and placed in vases.
Poor flower—it has already lost its mama who, with so much love, nourished it and kept it exposed to the sun in order to warm it and color it. And even though there is water in the vase, it is not the mother that gives it to it, therefore it is not a nourishing water, and in spite of its being kept in the vase, it is yet subject to withering and dying.
Such is the soul without My Will.
She lacks the Divine Mama that generated her.
She lacks the Nourishing and Fecundating Virtue. She lacks the Maternal Warmth that warms her, and with Its Light gives her Its brush strokes of Beauty, to render her Beautiful and florid.
Poor creature—without the Tendernesses and the Love of the One who gave her life.
How skinny and without Beauty will she grow.
And how withered in the True Good.
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