As I said before, so I say again, this is very hard. I conceive indeed
well enough that my Spirit ought to be free from the contagion of
Matter, and wholly empty, that it may admit into it the Spirit of God.
Also, that this Spirit will not enter, but where the Will entereth into
_Nothing_, and resigneth itself up in the _nakedness of faith_, and in
the _purity of love_, to its conduct, feeding magically upon the Word of
God, and clothing itself thereby with a _Divine Substantiality_. But,
alas, how hard it is for the Will to sink into nothing, to attract
nothing, to imagine nothing.