But because something of my essence still was in them, they always instinctively sought to worship a superior creature to themselves; and puzzling themselves in their folly, they made hideous images of wood and clay, unlike anything in heaven or earth, and offered sacrifices and prayer to these lifeless puppets instead of to me.

Then I turned away my eyes in sorrow and pity, but never in anger; for I could not be wrathful with these children of my own creation.

And when I thus turned away my eyes, all manner of evil came upon the once fair scene--pestilence and storm, disease and vice.

A dark shadow stole between my little world and me--the shadow of the people's own wickedness.

And as every delicate fibre of my spiritual being repelled evil by the necessity of the pure light in which I dwelt serene.