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!