Doubting pleases me no less than knowing
Go right on and listen as thou goest.
He listens well who takes notes.
The experience of this sweet life.
Do not be afraid; our fate Cannot be taken from us; it is a gift.
Like the lark that soars in the air, first singing, then silent, content with the last sweetness that satiates it, such seemed to me that image, the imprint of the Eternal Pleasure.