Testo di The Doer Alone Learneth

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 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!