O Son of Spirit! I created thee rich, why dost thou bring thyself
down to poverty? Noble I made thee, wherewith dost thou abase thyself? Out of
the essence of knowledge I gave thee being, why seekest thou enlightenment from
anyone beside Me? Out of the clay of love I molded thee, how dost thou busy
thyself with another? Turn thy sight unto thyself, that thou mayest find Me
standing within thee, mighty, powerful and self-subsisting. - Baha'u'llah (Hidden Words)
