Then, after this, I was thinking to myself: “In this Holy Will one does see miracles, portentous things, for which creatures are so greedy, and would go around half the world in order to have some. On the contrary, everything passes between the soul and God; and if creatures receive, they do not know where the good has come from. Truly, It is like the sun, which is such that, while it gives life and heat to everything, nobody points at it.” Now, as I was thinking of this, my Jesus, coming back, added, but with an imposing appearance: “What miracles, what miracles! Isn’t perhaps doing My Will the greatest miracle? My Will is eternal, and is eternal miracle that never ends. For the human will to have a continuous connection with the Divine Will—this is miracle of each instant. Raising the dead, giving sight to the blind, and the like, are not eternal things—they are subject to perishing; therefore they can be called shadows of miracles, fleeting miracles, compared to the great and permanent miracle of living in My Will. You—pay no attention to those miracles; I know when they are appropriate and when they are needed.”