Is a star which brilliantly burns any less beautiful for its failing to be perceived by human eyes? And I, the most paltry of things. So too, this moment passes. So too, this moment fades. (I love you, I love you, and fear your passing gaze.) Though life leads unto death, this 'I', for now remains. As when seeking to comprehend, sight is lost, and sight is gained.

[Measure yourself against these words, for pride is cast and love now reigns.]