To one who has not already had some speech with God, or at least felt some aspiration towards the fount of his being, all this will appear foolishness. So be it. But Lord, help them and us, and make our being grow into thy likeness. 

..I am his, his idea, his making; perfect in my kind, yea, perfect in his sight; full of him, revealing him, alone with him. Let him call me what he will. The name shall be precious as my life. I seek no more.”

What an end lies before us! To have a consciousness of our own ideal being flashed into us from the thought of God!

With every man He has a secret—the secret of the new name. In every man there is a loneliness, an inner chamber of peculiar life into which God only can enter...

The giving of the white stone with the new name is the communication of what God thinks about the man to the man...