“Who are you to say these things to me?” said Judas Thomas.
“you do not know who I am from what I say to you?
Then you have disregarded the living one who is in your presence.
You are like a fruit picker who loves the fruit but hates the tree.
I am the light that is over all things, I am all:
from me all has come forth, and to me all has reached.
Split a piece of wood, and I am there.
Lift up a block of stone… I am there also.”