I Am My Own Secretary; I Dictate,

This Life Of Man Appears For A Short Space, But Of What Went Before, Or What Is To Follow, We Are Utterly Ignorant.

We Abide In God Insofar As We Do Not Sin.

And I Pray Thee, Loving Jesus, That As Thou Hast Graciously Given Me To Drink In With Delight The Words Of Thy Knowledge, So Thou Wouldst Mercifully Grant Me To Attain One Day To Thee, The Fountain Of All Wisdom And To Appear Forever Before Thy Face.

I Am My Own Secretary; I Dictate, I Compose, I Copy All Myself.

I Think The Mother Is Gradually Revealing Itself To Me And Taking Over. But It Is Not The Mother Alone. It Is The Mother And The Father, The Male And The Female, Sort Of Gradually Having Their Marriage.