He who is used to live in obscurity
Hears well where there is no sound.
In the midst of the deepest obscurity
He alone sees and can distinguish a great variety.
In the midst of a soundless abyss
He alone can hear a harmony of tones.
Where one is deeply succeeded by a greater,
He can enrich all with the multitudinous of whole.
Where one's mysterious range
Is followed by another, that is more so,
He can lay hold of the subtlest character of each.
In this way, in his intercourse with all others,
While he is farthest from having anything,
He can yet give them all what they seek.
While he is always hurrying forth,
He yet returns to his resting-place:
Now large, now small; now distant,
Now near, but is always at a proper call.
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