I have thus become the possession of anyone who might care to own me for the moment. I have lost my credit with everyone, and I have gained more than even with my God. I keep my engagements with no one-for who can tell whose exclusive possession I shall be the next moment? In this way, I have become as I should say, a passive Universalist. I love the whole Universe passively, giving it the fragrance of my concentration in His love. The memory of love, even if it be for the twinkling of an eye, sticks to my flesh, and after centuries, they would feel in my clay, the fragrance of their own affections they showered on me. Society to me is as the pond’s water to the lotus. I am absorbed in the beauty of my own blossom, almost forgetful and careless of the infinite provision made by God for me. I am quite a small thing, but I am a dumb wit wonder, how much the hidden powers of the universe flatter the individual caprices of beauty.