How charming is divine philosophy!
  Not harsh, and crabbed, as full fools suppose,
    But musical as is Apollo's lute...

                Milton, Mask of Comus (l. 476)

Jacob Boehme

They all seek It in Somewhat, and so they find It not. For where there is Somewhat for the Soul to adhere to, there the Soul findeth but that Somewhat only, and taketh up its Rest therein, until she seeth that It is to be found in Nothing, and goeth again out of the Somewhat into Nothing, even into that Nothing out of which all Things may be made. The Soul here saith, " I have Nothing, for I am utterly empty and stripped of every Thing; I can do Nothing, for I have no Manner of Power, but am as Water poured out; I am Nothing, for all that I am is no more than an Image of Being, and only God is to me I AM; and so sitting down in my own Nothingness, I give Glory to the Eternal Being, and will Nothing of mySELF, that so God may will All in me, being unto me my God and All Things." Herein now that it is that so very few find this most precious Treasure in the Soul, though every one would so fain have It; and might also have It were it not for this or that Somewhat into which every one letteth.