O the joy of my spirit - it is uncaged - it darts like lightning!

Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?

That the hands of the sisters Death and Night incessantly softly wash again and ever again, this soiled world.

But where is what I started for so long ago? And why is it yet unfound?

Do you see O my brothers and sisters? It is not chaos or death, it is form, union, plan, it is eternal life, it is happiness.

I say to mankind, Be not curious about God. For I, who am curious about each, am not curious about God - I hear and behold God in every object, yet understand God not in the least.

For all these new and evolutionary facts, meanings, purposes, new poetic messages, new forms and expressions, are inevitable.