Immortal are the sagacious and yet they die daily
I write the secret of my soul into the vaults of eternity
The ecstasy which it brings forth accomplishes its own end
Perfect in silence... a becoming!
Through harmony of opposites, without diffidence and interference
In accordance with my will, the beginning of immortality
Perfect in silence...without limits and all empty, there is a becoming!
Merge into the great fire that consumes dust to ashes
Fearful indeed is d**h, since all men fear it
But the abyss of questionings, shoreless and bottomless, is worse
Doubt bringeth folly whereof the end is madness
d**h maketh man a king; and this kingliness groweth unto godhood
Perfect in silence... a becoming! perfect in silence...
Without limits and all empty, there is a becoming!