Ambrose asked the Abbot: “Will God tempt me with lurid visions of my own desires?”
He received his answer: “No, child. Only the Devil.”
Ambrose muttered: “Then what good is He?” and his head soared heavenward with the insolence.
Ambrose asked the Abbot: “Does the Devil know my thoughts? Can he see inside my mind?”
He received his answer: “No, child. Only God.”
Ambrose muttered: “Then what danger is he?” and his flattened heart fluttered to the earth.
Just then, God sent down his most beauteous angel, dressed only in Argon; revealing His benevolence to Ambrose. And the Devil, jolted from his abeyance, stopped his thumbs and hot-footed it from Hell; desperate to catch a peek inside the monk’s tumescent eyes.