They all seek it in _somewhat_, and so they find it not. For where there
is Somewhat for the Soul to adhere to, there the Soul findeth _that
somewhat only_, and taketh up its rest therein, until she seeth that it
is to be found in Nothing, and goeth out of the Somewhat into Nothing,
even into that Nothing out of which all Things may be made. The Soul
here saith "_I have nothing_, for I am utterly stripped and naked of
every Thing; _I can do nothing_, for I have no manner of power, but am
as water poured out; _I am nothing_, for all that I am is no more than
an Image of Being, and only God is to me I AM; and so, sitting down in
my own Nothingness, I give glory to the Eternal Being, and _will
nothing_ of myself, that so God may _will all_ in me, being unto me my
God and All Things." Herein now it is that so very few find this most
precious treasure in the Soul, though every one would so fain have it;
and might also have it, were it not for this Somewhat in every one that
letteth.