 love flowers. I'd love to have the whole place swimming in roses. God of heaven there's nothing like nature. The wild mountains, then the sea and the waves rushing. Then the beautiful country with fields of oats and wheat and all kinds of things and all the fine cattle going about. What do your heart good to see? Rivers and lakes and flowers all sorts of shapes and smells and colors springing up even out of the dishes. Prim roses and violets. Nature is his. As for them saying there's no God I wouldn't give a snap of my two fingers for all their learning. Why don't they go and create something themselves I often asked. Atheists or whatever they call themselves. Go and wash the cobbles off themselves first. Then they go howling for the priest and they dying. And why? Why? Because they're afraid of hell on account of their bad conscience. Ah yes I know them well. Who was the first person in the universe before there was anybody that made it all? Who? That they don't know. But then neither do I. So there you are. They might as well try to stop the sun from rising tomorrow.