Do ye not comprehend that we are worms born to bring forth the angelic butterfly that flieth unto judgment without screen?
Do not be afraid; our fate Cannot be taken from us; it is a gift.
O human race, born to fly upward, wherefore at a little wind dost thou so fall?
The whole universe is but the footprint of the Divine goodness.
From a little spark may burst a flame.
For she doth make my veins and pulses tremble.