ut only as God willeth, and as his Spirit moveth
upon the Soul shall this appear. Where the Love of Self is banished
there dwelleth the Love of God. For so much of the Soul's own Will as is
dead unto itself even so much room hath the Will of God, which is his
Love, taken up in that Soul. The reason whereof is this: Where its own
Will did before sit, there is now nothing; and where nothing is, there
it is that the Love of God worketh alone.

DISCIPLE

But how shall I comprehend it?

MASTER

If thou goest about to comprehend it, then it will fly away from thee;
but if thou dost surrender thyself wholly up to it, then it will abide
with thee, and become the Life of thy Life, and be natural to thee.

DISCIPLE

And how can this be without dying, or the whole destruction of my Will?

MASTER

Upon this entire surrender and yielding up of thy Will, the Love of God
in thee becometh the Life of thy Nature; it killeth thee not, but
quickeneth thee, who art now dead to thyself in thine own Will,
according to its proper Life, even the Life of God. And then thou
livest, yet not to thy own Will, but thou livest to its Will; for as
much as thy Will is henceforth become its Will. So then it is no longer
thy Will, but the Will of God; no longer the Love of thyself, but the
Love of God, which moveth and operateth in thee; and then, thou being
thus comprehended in it, thou art dead indeed as to thyself, but art
alive unto God. So being dead thou livest, or rather God liveth in thee
by his Spirit; and his Love is made to thee Life from the Dead. Never
couldst thou with all thy seeking have apprehended it, but it hath
apprehended thee. Much less couldst thou have comprehended it, but it
hath comprehended thee; and so the Treasure of Treasures is found.

DISCIPLE

How is it that so few Souls do find it, when yet all would be glad
enough to have it?

MASTER

They all seek it in _somewhat_, and so they find it not. For where there
is Somewhat for the Soul to adhere to, there the Soul findeth _that
somewhat only_, and taketh up its rest therein, until she seeth that it
is to be found in Nothing, and goeth out of the Somewhat into Nothing,
even into that Nothing out of which all Things may be made. The Soul
here saith "_I have nothing_, for I am utterly stripped and naked of
every Thing; _I can do nothing_, for I have no manner of power, but am
as water poured out; _I am nothing_, for all that I am is no more than
an Image of Bei