! John Of Forde, His Exculpation

What I say and what I write may seem to you – may seem to me – as foolishness and folly; for I talk of boundless things, and of infinity; which by their nature, are beyond the human mind, the human pen; should I then not and never speak of such? Or are these boundless things just what mankind should talk about – seeking the laws of atoms, or of space, only to find the boundlessness yet further off than men of yesteryear believed? and if I talk and write – beside those things invisible as once the surface of the Moon – then, of the boundlessness of love - which is yet bound into Creation’s very substance – and those other boundless things which seem to us to be Creation's - even the Creator’s - very nature… then my exculpation is but simply this: the motive force for what I write, the theme of what I write, which is my boundless love for you, for all, demands, must win, forgiveness from Boundlessness itself… there is no more, there is no less than love, which is true boundlessness. [adapted from Sermon 43 of John of Forde,1145-1214]