The words are very
short,--most of them of one syllable,--so that even a child may
understand them if he will: but every word is full of meaning.
'In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the
Word was God. The same was in the beginning with God. All things
were made by him; and without him was not anything made that was
made. In him was life; and the life was the light of men. And the
light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not.'
Those, I hold, are perhaps the deepest words ever written by man.
Whole books have been written, and whole books more might be written
upon them, and on the words which come after them. 'That was the
true Light, which lighteth every man that cometh into the world. He
was in the world, and the world was made by him, and the world knew
him not. He came unto his own, and his own received him not. But as
many as received him, to them gave he power to become the sons of
God, even to them that believe on his name: which were born, not of
blood, nor of the will of the flesh, nor of the will of man, but of
God. And the Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us (and we beheld
his glory, the glory as of the only-begotten of the Father), full of
grace and truth.' They go down to the mystery of all mysteries,--to
the mystery of the unfathomable One God, who dwells alone in the
light which none can approach unto, self-sustained and self-sufficing
for ever.
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