My sins, my sorrows, my actions, good and evil, I will offer unto Thee; do Thou take them and I will never forget. One moment I say, Thy will be done, and the next moment something comes to try me and I spring up in a rage. The goal of all religions is the same, but the language of the teachers differs. The attempt is to kill the false I, so that the real I, the Lord, will reign. I the Lord thy God am a jealous God. Thou shalt have no other gods before me, say the Hebrew scriptures. God must be there all alone. We must say, Not I, but Thou, and then we should give up everything but the Lord. He, and He alone, should reign. Perhaps we struggle hard, and yet the next moment our feet slip, and then we try to stretch out our hands to Mother. We find we cannot stand alone.