(book text) But the way is my own, my own life founded upon myself. The God wants my life. He wants to go with me, sit at the table with me, work with me. Above all he wants to be ever-present. But I’m ashamed of my God. I don’t want to be divine but reasonable. The divine appears to me as irrational craziness. I hate it as an absurd disturbance of my meaningful human activity. It seems an unbecoming sickness which has stolen into the regular course of my life. Yes, I even find the divine superfluous. [Image 79 – 97)
(book footnote) There is a note at the bottom of the page: “21 VIII, fect 14.X.17”, possibly an abbreviation for “fecit”, i.e., “made”.