Answer:
I cannot be other than what I am, until the man who made me dies. Power and glory will fall to me finally. Only when he last closes his eyes.
If Teresa’s daughter is my daughter’s mother, who am I to Teresa?
A harvest sown and reaped on the same day in an unplowed field. Which increases without growing, remains whole though it is eaten within and without. Is useless and yet the staple of nations.
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.
What do people want the least on their hands?
Born of earth, but with none of its strength. Molded by flame, but with none of its power. Shaped