God only acts and is, in existing beings or men.
We are led to believe a lie When we see not through the eye.
Do what you will this life's a fiction, And is made up of contradiction.
As a man is, so he sees. As the eye is formed, such are its powers.
I cry, Love! Love! Love! happy happy Love! free as the mountain wind!
I have no name: I am but two days old. What shall I call thee? I happy am, Joy is my name. Sweet joy befall thee!