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 it's 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 death, since all men fear it

But the abyss of questionings, shoreless and bottomless, is worse

Doubt bringeth folly whereof the end is madness

Death 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!