I Went Out Under The Sky, Muse!

It Is Wrong To Say: I Think. One Ought To Say: I Am Thought. I Is Someone Else.

Only Divine Love Bestows The Keys Of Knowledge.

O Seasons, O Castles, What Soul Is Without Flaws? All Its Lore Is Known To Me, Felicity, It Enchants Us All.

To Whom Shall I Hire Myself Out? What Beast Should I Adore? What Holy Image Is Attacked? What Hearts Shall I Break? What Lies Shall I Uphold? In What Blood Tread?

What Am I Doing Here?