you are hungry—if you are the Son of God, why do you not take what you ache for? is the flesh of the world ripe, but not for eating? will you wait for it to slacken, let its juice drop for flies, when you might tear and be sated? what kind of Lord would let his sons go hungry? what kind of God deny his creations what they crave? put your mouth to the hardness of the rock, and find it soften to nourishment
