God is a cloud from which rain fell.
Infinity is the end. End without infinity is but a new beginning.
In trying to be perfect, He perfected the art of anonymity, Became imperceptible And arrived nowhere from nowhere.
Nothing is made, nothing disappears. The same changes, at the same places, never stopping.
Beyond all vanities, fights, and desires, omnipotent silence lies.
Heavenly bodies are nests of invisible birds.