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up, begins to think it is something, and reaches such audacity,
that rising, little by little, it reaches the head of the king and

wants to remove the crown from him to put it on its own
head. Then it strips him of his royal vestments; then it throws
him off his throne, and finally, it tries to kill him. But what’s
more about this worm, is that it itself does not know its own

being, so much it deceives itself, and that in order to get rid
of it, it would take the king nothing but to put it under his feet

and crush it and so end its days. This, truly, would move
one to indignation and to pity, as well as to ridicule the pride
of this worm, if it could do such a thing. So did I see myself
before God, and this filled me with such bewilderment and

sorrow, that I felt, being renewed in my heart, the torment
that Blessed Jesus suffered.

After this, He left me, and I felt such pain, comprehending
how so ugly this sin of pride is, that it is impossible to
describe it. After I ruminated all this thoroughly within
myself, my Good Jesus came back and told me to continue

the confession of my sins. And I, all trembling, continued to
make the accusation of my thoughts, words, works, causes
and omissions; and when He would see that I was unable to

continue the confession because of the pain I felt at having
offended Him so much... in fact, I had such a vivid clarity,
being in front of that Divine Sun; especially, I could see the
littleness, the nonentity of my being, and I was stunned at how

I could have such cheek where had I taken that boldness to
offend a God so Good, who, in the very act in which I was

offending Him, assisted me, preserved me, nourished me; and
if He had any rancour with me, it was for the sin I committed,
which He greatly hated, while He loved me immensely, He
excused me before Divine Justice, and was all occupied

with removing that wall of division, which sin had produced
between the soul and God. O! if all could see who God is,
and who the soul is in the act of sinning, all would die of

sorrow, and I believe that sin would be exiled from the earth.
So, when Blessed Jesus would see that I could not take any
more because of the pain, He would withdraw and leave me,

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