The blank sheet of paper, you se, is actually more interesting than the art you paint on it. Empty, in itself it contains everything; yet the minute one begins to draw on it, everything is gone, and the paper shrinks down to nothing more than what it can contain by itself.
When the soul pronounces God, this utterance does not comprise the real truth about His essence: no one can truly say of God what He is. Sometimes we say one thing is like another. Now since all creatures contain next to nothing of God, they cannot declare Him...
St. Augustine says whatever we say of God is not true, and what we do not say of Him is true. Whatever we say God is, He is not; what we do not say of Him He is more truly than what we say He is.
—The Complete Mystical Works, Page 192
In this sense, all the embroidery is not God... cannot be God... no matter how fabulous it looks. And this experience of the nakedness of God, without the embroidery, is the one we seek.
One should remember that if one ever has this experience, one ought not then decide to embroider it. The plain fabric of truth is already the best we will ever achieve.