Make thought a whirlwind.

I see black light (his last words)

Good night! Good night!Far flies the light;But still God's loveShall shine above,Making all bright,Good night! Good night!

Who has been unhooking the stars without my permission, and putting them on the table in the guise of candles?

O darkness, the sky is a gloomy precinct Whose door you close, and whose key the soul owns; And night divides itself in half, being diabolical and holy, Between Ilis, the black angel, and Christ, the starry Human Being.

Yes, instruction! Light! Light! Everything comes from light, and to everything it returns.