“Such is My Divine Will; more than sun, It pours Its own self out over each creature, to give her continuous life. It can be said that It invests the creatures with Its omnipotent breath of light and of love, It forms them and raises them. And while the sun gives place to the night, My Divine Will never leaves on their own the dear births that came from It—molded, vivified, formed, raised with Its breath and burning kiss of light. There is not one instant in which My Divine Will leaves the creature, and pouring Itself over her, does not communicate to her Its various tints of beauty, Its infinite sweetness, Its inextinguishable love. What does My Divine Will not do for her and give to her? Everything. Yet, It is not recognized nor loved; nor do they preserve within themselves the goods It communicates to them. What sorrow! While It pours Its own self out over each creature, It does not find the goods It communicates; and, in Its sorrow, It continues Its act of light over them without ever ceasing. So, this is why one who must live in My Fiat must have her repeated and continuous acts, so as to keep It company and soothe It in Its intense sorrow.”