I perceived or thought of the Light of God and in it suspended one small mote {or millions of motes to only one of which was my small mind directed}, glittering white because of the individual ray from the Light which both held and lit it...And the ray was the Guardian Angel of the mote: not a thing interposed between God and the creature, but God's very attention itself, personalized...This is a finite parallel to the Infinite. As the love of the Father and Son {who are infinite and equal} is a Person, so the love and attention of the Light to the Mote is a person {that is both with us and in Heaven}: finite but divine, i.e. angelic.
( J.R.R. Tolkien )
[ The Letters of J.R.R. Tolkien ]
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