When the world has failed to give me joy; I turn myself into the inner eye. I look therein for all things pure. I look therein for the echoes of the icy waters in the good darkness of my heart. The sounds of the deep strike us as righteous all together with the valiance of the mystic light. I see the first light where from the universe was born. Splitting through oblivion and giving me joy. For the flesh of the dust from dust is conceived. Purpose is therein true, by the dark light, in me and in you. For the taste of honey has failed me, and the thought of food no longer delights me; for now at this hour the world has failed to show me the joy it has for me; as at times it surely fails to show joy to anyone one of us. And this is a purpose for the mystic light; so that joy may be present in us; even when the world has it not. The valley is then touching the moonlight by the rocks. The oceans resound themselves with the dust of the first light. Even the stars remember that they shall pass away, and even the trees think of themselves and know that they are mortal.