In all its exceptionality, a clay teapot is not real; what is real is only clay. How would a teapot ever exist without clay? A teapot is just clay formed by Genius in the shape of a teapot. Ice does not exist; there is only water. Ice is only a consequence of Will passing through water, transforming it into ice. It is the same with all the other elements.
Throughout the Probation, an Angel might express his nature in a single moment, in a dream or a lost thought, but in a manner that is completely incomprehensible to the mind of the Probationer.
It can be said that each Grade cherishes a specific relationship with the Diary, that there is a special thread that binds the Diary with a certain Grade, and that this thread has a different nature on each occasion.
There are two types of diaries. The first type, which, for many, serves as a reminder. And another, which for a few serves as a testimony. The former is a gift of the most precious kind, making the Aspirant see that every record in the Diary is one and the same dialogue between him and his God; each entry is a description of always the same thing but in countless other languages, as each event is actually just one of the infinite numbers of anagrams of the name of his Angel.
The Probationer “invokes often”, without glow, without desire, without passion for the result. His only passion is the Great Work itself, which is so far from him and in which he does not possess any Knowledge.
So many aspirants define this sphere as the sanctuary of the Force, this is ultimately a cowardly conception that implies the identification of power through morality.
What defines a Genius is his authenticity, his exceptionality which exceeds all standards of taste and mediocrity, to the extent that the worst vulgarity in his possession easily becomes an object of the highest divine providence.