Everywhere is here and every when is now.

That which had pleased me once, troubled by spirit.

I was so full of sleep at the time that I left the true way.

I saw a point that shone with light so keen, the eye that sees it cannot bear its blazing; the star that is for us the smallest one would seem a moon if placed beside this point.

If i thought i was replying to someone who would every return to the world, this flame would cease it's flickering. But since no one has returned from these depths alive, if what I've heard is true, I will answer you without fear of infamy.

As, pricked out with less and greater lights, between the poles of the universe, the Milky Way so gleameth white as to set very sages questioning.

Love kindled by virtue always kindles another, provided that its flame appear outwardly.