are another now, not yourself! Will you not be your real
self?"

"I will be what I mean myself now."

"If you were restored, would you not make what amends you could for the
misery you have caused?"

"I would do after my nature."

"You do not know it: your nature is good, and you do evil!"

"I will do as my Self pleases--as my Self desires."

"You will do as the Shadow, overshadowing your Self inclines you?"

"I will do what I will to do."

"You have killed your daughter, Lilith!"

"I have killed thousands. She is my own!"

"She was never yours as you are another's."

"I am not another's; I am my own, and my daughter is mine."

"Then, alas, your hour is come!"

"I care not. I am what I am; no one can take from me myself!"

"You are not the Self you imagine."

"So long as I feel myself what it pleases me to think myself, I care
not. I am content to be to myself what I would be. What I choose to seem
to myself makes me what I am. My own thought makes me me; my own thought
of myself is me. Another shall not make me!"

"But another has made you, and can compel you to see what you have made
yourself. You will not be able much longer to look to yourself anything
but what he sees you! You will not much longer have satisfaction in the
thought of yourself. At this moment you are aware of the coming change!"

"No one ever made me. I defy that Power to unmake me from a free woman!
You are his slave, and I defy you! You may be able to torture me--I do
not know, but you shall not compel me to anything against my will!"

"Such a compulsion would be without value. But there is a light that
goes deeper than the will, a light that lights up the darkness behind
it: that light can change your will, can make it truly yours and not
another's--not the Shadow's. Into the created can pour itself the
creating will, and so redeem it!"

"That light shall not enter me: I hate it!--Begone, slave!"

"I am no slave, for I love that light, and will with the deeper will
which created mine. There is no slave but the creature that wills
against its creator. Who is a slave but her who cries, 'I am free,' yet
cannot cease to exist!"

"You speak foolishness from a cowering heart! You imagine me given over
to you: I defy you! I hold myself against you! What I choose to be, you
cannot change. I will not be what you think me--what you say I am!"

"I am sorry: you must suffer!"

"But be free!"

"She alone is free who would make fr