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 (‘The Hidden Words’)
