Here is why I told you nothing dies I this world, but nothing dies, not even a little flower dies. My friend writes me this story…this goes back now quite a few years…but I only got the letter this week. He said, “This man who was really the porter in our plant, he cleaned out the offices and the plant, and this man works at a bench at a lathe, and, he said, one year after I met him he stopped at my bench one day, called me by name, my name is Clare, and he said, ‘Clare, do you have any religion?’ And Clare said to him, yes, I was raised in brimstone, fire and brimstone, but I no longer accept that. I go to a man, his name is Neville, and he tells me, he tells all of us, that imagining is God in action, that human Imagination is God, and that God became man that man may become God. And so I told him, and he listened, and he said, ‘Maybe,’ and walked away. But, over the next two years he would come back to my bench and he would say, ‘What did Neville say last night?’” after my lecture. And Clare would tell him what I said. He was vitally interested in anything I said about the Bible. “Well, how can Neville interpret that passage of the Bible?” and Clare would tell him. Well, this went on for two years.400 ¶3