But I, Lord, if I would, by my tongue and my pen, confess unto Thee the whole, whatever Thyself hath taught me of that matter,—the
name whereof hearing before, and not understanding, when they who understood it not, told me of it, so I conceived of it as
having innumerable forms and diverse, and therefore did not conceive it at all, my mind tossed up and down foul and horrible
“forms” out of all order, but yet “forms” and I called it without form not that it wanted all form, but
because it had such as my mind would, if presented to it, turn from, as unwonted and jarring, and human frailness would
be troubled at. And still that which I conceived, was without form, not as being deprived of all form, but in comparison of
more beautiful forms; and true reason did persuade me, that I must utterly uncase it of all remnants of form whatsoever, if
I would conceive matter absolutely without form; and I could not; for sooner could I imagine that not to be at all, which
deprived of all form, than conceive a thing betwixt form and nothing, neither formed, nor nothing, a formless almost nothing.
So my mind gave over to question thereupon with my spirit, it being filled with the images of formed bodies, and changing
and varying them, as it willed; and I bent myself to the bodies themselves, and looked more deeply into their changeableness,
by which they cease to be what they have been, and begin to be what they were not; and this same shifting from form to form,
I suspected to be through a certain formless state, not through a mere nothing; yet this I longed to know, not to suspect
only.-If then my voice and pen would confess unto Thee the whole, whatsoever knots Thou didst open for me in this question,
what reader would hold out to take in the whole? Nor shall my heart for all this cease to give Thee honour, and a song of
praise, for those things which it is not able to express. For the changeableness of changeable things, is itself capable of
those forms, into which these changeable things are changed. And this changeableness, what is it? Is it soul? Is it body?
Is it that which constituteth soul or body? Might one say, “a nothing something”, an “is, is not,” I would say, this were
it: and yet in some way was it even then, as being capable of receiving these visible and compound figures.