The light teaches you to convert life into a festive promenade.
To the knights of faith nobody believes.
Instead of imitating me, you simply loiter.
If emptiness is endless, then everything rests in emptiness.
Christ did not ask or want to be what he was not.
Faith is a question of eyesight; even the blind can see that.
He awaits himself while walking, out of the icy circle to escape.
In the end, the world returns to a grain.
We like to admit to only that which already glows, although it is nobler to support brightness before it glows, not afterwards.