Makes nothing happen

[sanin]

God comes to us without any purpose of departing from us again; for the spirit of life that God breathed into man, that departs from man in death; but when God had assumed the nature of man, the Godhead never parted from that nature; no, not in death; when Christ lay dead in the grave, the Godhead remained united to that body and that soul, which were disunited in themselves; God was so united to man, as that he was with man, when man was not man, in the state of death.

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How barren a thing is Arithmetique (and yet Arithmetique will tell you, how many single graines of sand, will fill this hollow Vault to the Firmament). How empty a thing is Rhetorique (and yet Rhetorique will make absent and remote things present to your understanding). How weak a thing is poetry (and yet Poetry is a counterfait Creation, and makes things that are not, as though they were) How infirme, how impotent are all assistances, if they be put to expresse this Eternity.

John Donne, Sermons.