God is older than the sun and moon and the eye cannot behold him nor voice describe him.
But a naked man, a stranger, leaned on the gate with his cloak over his arm, waiting to be asked in. So I called him: Come in, if you will!- He came in slowly, and sat down by the hearth. I said to him: And what is your name?- He looked at me without answer, but such a loveliness entered me, I smiled to myself, saying: He is God! So he said: Hermes!
God is older than the sun and moon and the eye cannot behold him nor the voice describe him: and still, this is the God Hermes, sitting by my hearth.