For in the unfolding of the cosmos, and the unhurried progression of time (the indifference of which suggests the pattern of a divine and unremitting patience), is to be found a plan by which the highest and ugliest recalcitrance, which had its origin in the spiritual realm, and which now roams the world not by its own power, but by an allowance of the creator, does not increase as it would like to (though it may exert its influence for an age, and summon to itself those souls that, through the momentum of their own volition, would belong to it), but is diminished, overwhelmed, and, finally, snuffed out, so that nature is restored to an incorruptibility, and humankind to an abundance of love that is, perhaps, greater than it would have been had humankind not participated in the choosing of it.