‘If I would not confess to you, what
could be hidden in me, O Lord, from you to whose eyes the deepest depths of man’s
conscience lies bare? I should only be
hiding you from myself, not myself from you.
But now that my groaning is witness that I am displeasing to myself, you
shine unto me and I delight in you and love you and yearn for you, so that I am
ashamed of what I am and renounce myself and choose you and please neither you
nor myself save in you. To you then, Lord,
I am laid bare for what I am … I will confess therefore what I know of myself and
what I do not know; for what I know of myself I know through the shining of
your light; and what I do not know of myself, I continue not to know until my
darkness shall be made as noonday in your countenance.’ (Confessions, 10)
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