clear end

The spirit's lightning of the word's power is subject to the offer's constant will in satisfaction. If that one would believe himself to be far from himself in remembrance, the judgement of his own incomprehension would find room for illumination. That which illuminates grasps the view far from polarity, whose interpreting submits to a question, given to the answer itself. The time of the eye is fleeting, maltreated in the addiction of the clarifying. That knowledge, however, whose end lies in the beginning, finds its understanding remote from the understood word.