“Nothing comes out of the forest of my mind,
So what can be? There is the outer world.
Or how should I know if there were to be
A fight of dragons or a shower of rain?
For I stand at the entrance of the world
--Of my world, of the only world I know,
Or can know—I who am limited.
There is one God who made the world complete
And all the little worlds, beetle or man,
Who see as much as their small natures allow.”