As for man, his days are like grass, he flourishes like a flower of the field, the wind blows over it and it is gone and its place remembers it no more. (Ps 103:15)

God is our being, and in Him we are what we actually are. Any experience of a self other than this must be destroyed. (Epistle of Privy Counsel)

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