Ruhsal Seller

This instinct is placed in the soul in a very strong manner; in some souls more, and in others less, according to the designs of God: but they all have a loving impatience to purify themselves, and to take the necessary means to return to their source and origin, similar to rivers, which after they have left their sources, have a continual course to throw themselves into the sea. You see even that of all these rivers some go gravely and slowly, and others go with more speed: But there are rivers and Torrents that run with a terrifying impatience, and that nothing can stop. All the loads that you can give them, and the dams that you might put to prevent their course, would only serve to redouble their violence. It is thus with these souls. Some go gently toward perfection, and they never arrive at the sea, or very late, being content to lose themselves in some stronger and more rapid river, which carries them with it into the sea: others go there more strongly and more promptly than the first. They even carry with them many streams: but they are slow and lazy in comparison with the last, who throw themselves with such impetuosity that they are hardly good for anything. It is a wild and reckless water, which beats against the rocks, which frightens with its noise, and which stops at nothing.