"I began to think of the soul as if it were a
castle made of a single diamond or of very crystal in which there are many
rooms just as in Heaven there are many mansions[...]Now if this is so –and it
is– there is no point in our fatiguing ourselves in attempting to comprehend
the beauty of this castle; for, though it is His creature, and there is therefore
as much difference between it and God as between creature and Creator, the very
fact that His Majesty says it is made in His image means that we can hardly
form any conception of the soul’s great dignity and beauty. It is no small
pity, and should cause us no little shame, that, through our own fault, we do
not understand ourselves, or know who we are. Would it not be a sign of great
ignorance, my daughters, if a person were asked who he was, and could not say,
and had no idea who his father or his mother was, or form what he came? Though
that is great stupidity, our own is incomparably greater if we make no attempt
to discover what we are, and only know that we are living in these bodies, and
have a vague idea, because we have heard it and because our Faith tells us,
that we possess souls. As to what good qualities there may be in our souls, or
Who dwells within them , or how precious they are –those are things which we
seldom consider and so we trouble little about carefully preserving the soul’s
beauty." St. Theresa's Interior Castle Page 41-42
Hat tip to St. Peter's List!
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