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.

NOT I - NOT ANYONE else, can travel that road for you, You must travel it for yourself.

Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space.

Whoever degrades another degrades me.

I see Hermes, unsuspected, dying, well-beloved, saying to the people, "Do not weep for me, This is not my true country, I have lived banished from my true country - I now go back there, I return to the celestial sphere where every one goes in his turn."

And as to you Death, and you bitter hug of mortality, it is idle to try to alarm me.

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