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The Master: Who is going to know Him? I don't even try! All I do is call on Her as Mother! Mother does what She will. If She wills, She will make Him known; if She does not will it, let Her not. Mine is the nature of a kitten. The kitten only cries mew, mew, and then stays wherever its mother puts it, now in the kitchen, now on the master's bed. A small child wants his mother. He does not know how rich his mother is! Nor does he care to know. He knows: I have my mother; what have I to worry about? Even a maidservant's boy knows that he has his mother. Let him fall out with the son of the house, and he says, "I'll tell my mother! I have a mother!" Mine too is the attitude of a child.