Part Eleven

           Iam.Ithink.Iwill.

           Myhands...Myspirit...Mysky...Myforest...Thisearthofmine....WhatmustIsaybesides?Thesearethewords.Thisistheanswer.

           Istandhereonthesummitofthemountain.IliftmyheadandIspreadmyarms.This,mybodyandspirit,thisistheendofthequest.Iwishedtoknowthemeaningofthings.Iamthemeaning.Iwishedtofindawarrantforbeing.Ineednowarrantforbeing,andnowordofsanctionuponmybeing.Iamthewarrantandthesanction.

           Itismyeyeswhichsee,andthesightofmyeyesgrantsbeautytotheearth.Itismyearswhichhear,andthehearingofmyearsgivesitssongtotheworld.Itismymindwhichthinks,andthejudgementofmymindistheonlysearchlightthatcanfindthetruth.Itismywillwhichchooses,andthechoiceofmywillistheonlyedictImustrespect.

           Manywordshavebeengrantedme,andsomearewise,andsomearefalse,butonlythreeareholy:“Iwillit!”

           WhateverroadItake,theguidingstariswithinme;theguidingstarandtheloadstonewhichpointtheway.Theypointinbutonedirection.Theypointtome.

           IknownotifthisearthonwhichIstandisthecoreoftheuniverseorifitisbutaspeckofdustlostineternity.IknownotandIcarenot.ForIknowwhathappinessispossibletomeonearth.Andmyhappinessneedsnohigheraimtovindicateit.Myhappinessisnotthemeanstoanyend.Itistheend.Itisitsowngoal.Itisitsownpurpose.

           NeitheramIthemeanstoanyendothersmaywishtoaccomplish.Iamnotatoolfortheiruse.Iamnotaservantoftheirneeds.Iamnotabandagefortheirwounds.