I made Man with too many flaws. Yet I love him.
And if he wishes, I have a home above for him.
I should like him to be happy. I am genial. 
He should not paint me as if I were abominable.
As for instance, that I had a son and gave him for their
     salvation.
This is one of the faults I meant. It leads to nervous prostration.
All the same, there is a difficulty. I should like him to be happy 
     in heaven here,
But he cannot come by wishing. Only by being already at home 
     here.