Only that happiness manifests itself in the goodness of the fleeting moment, the expectation of which springs from nothing. If simplicity believes itself to be the virtue of the hour, the existing feeling leads to that sincerity whose surpassing proves impossible. The unprecedented is formed from the retreat of that appearance whose light is only revealed in the hour of illumination. There is no more bidding, the taking is subject to the realisation of the ultimate need, the trace of truth left behind.