Every having is subject to the steadiness of the pacifying will, to the play of the many of immeasurability. The visually experiencing imagines itself to be in the order of possessions. Every direction of action drowns in the sea of pleasing, the show of the position reveals the abundant. The inferiority of faith adds majority to the masses. That emptiness, whose littleness lets the light shine through, boasts the indulgence of the intoxication of being in the preservation of the little.