No one, in the wast and virgin jungle...of this unreckoned world, ever sees the God he knows. Only that is borne upon the wind, upon the wind is heard. all we ponder, our loves, our gods, pass on, because we do.

I ask the gods only to forget me,
Neither sad nor glad,
I shall be free,
Free as the wind is,
Giving life to the air that is nothing.
Love and hatred seek us out,
Both oppressively,
Each differently.
Only he is free
To whom the gods grant nothing.