He lives century after century, and the test I set for him he has passed.

O my companion, Worldly comfort is an illusion, As soon you get it, it goes.

What is beyond the mind, has no boundary, In it our senses end.

I went to the root of things, and found nothing but Him alone.

Only those who have felt the knife can understand the wound, only the jeweller knows the nature of the jewel.

But tonight I finally made the connection that change always strolled hand in hand with loss, with upheaval, and that I would always feel it keenly because in the end, I did not live under the same sky as most other people. (p179)

Don't forget love; it will bring you all the madness you need to unfurl yourself across the universe.