At what point in a life is a Self at the Height of its Power; paused as it is in contemplation, and self-knowledge is the above; look back and see the graph of rises, unless your ridge is a plateau; dust is as today a little pile, one ant pretending to be a whole hill; mountains of metaphors can convince anything of anyone, do go on; nap time, when all the conviction of the morning fades to dream elation; and the mind can make whatever it wants into ever unrest; stroll through the infinite to find nothing, guaranteed; assertions dissolve into humid thoughts; dryness only follows the sun to a riverbed; whereas wishes make it snow; question the direction; eat and sleep.