| p57 | Granted, this coming is disguised. A carpenter turned preacher calling a fisherman to abandon his nets, to leave his home, to follow without so much as a farewell to the life being left behind. "I will regret it always" if I do not … is so great an underestimation of the call of the absolute it may as well be said "let me die now." For one who does not follow the call of the absolute loses his own heart. Rather than look foolish, his heart withers, dead to the divine vine. |