You want to say you are worse than herbs, asked the monk. Arseny raised his eyes to the monk. In a certain way I am worse, for the herb does not sin. But it does not sin because it has no consciousness, is that not so? said Ambrogio. Can this truly be a merit of the herb? It means one must consciously rid oneself of sins, shrugged the monk. And that’s all there is to it. One must be more like God, you know, not expound on things.
