I turned my sight unto myself and found You standing within me. How long I pursued your fragrance -- sweet Joseph of my heart! -- only to find: I was that bouquet. Should a masterpiece ask of itself, "Where is Mastery? Where is Art?" Behold: they stand within thee! Man is the Supreme Talisman. If he hath not known himself how can he know Thee? He seeks Music: he is an instrument! He prays for Light: he is a lamp! Fruitless, he labors tirelessly, straining every muscle to know the meaning of Effort -- and still he does not know... Ponder a moment this thought: How can a man know completion if what he seeks is "the Sought"?