Each of her Works has its own individual Being—each of her Phenomena the most isolated Conception, yet all is Unity. She plays a Drama. Whether or no she sees it herself we do not know and yet she plays it for us who stand in the Corner. There is an eternal Life, Growth and Motion in her and yet she does not advance. She changes ever, no Moment is stationary with her. She has no Conception of Rest and has fixed her Curse upon Inaction. She is Firm. Her Step is measured, her Exceptions rare, her Laws immutable. She has reflected and meditated perpetually; not however as Man but as Nature. She has reserved for herself a specific all-embracing Thought which none may learn from her. * * * * * Mankind is all in her and she in all. With all she indulges in a friendly Game and rejoices the more one wins from her. She practices it with many, so occultly that she plays it to the End before they are aware of it. And most unnatural is Nature. Whoever does not see her on every side, nowhere sees her rightly. She loves herself and ever draws to herself Eyes and Hearts without number. She has set herself apart in order to enjoy herself. Ever she lets new Admirers arise, insatiable, to open her Heart to them. In Illusion she delights. Whoever destroys this in himself and others, him she punishes like the most severe Tyrant. Whoever follows her confidently—him she presses as a child to her Breast. Her Children are Countless. To none is she everywhere niggardly but she has Favorites upon whom she lavishes much and to whom she sacrifices much. Upon Greatness she has fixed her Protection. She pours forth her Creations out of Nothingness and tells them not whence they came nor whither they go; they are only to go; the Road she knows. She has few Motive Impulses—never worn out, always effective, always manifold. Her Drama is ever New because she ever creates new Spectators. Life is her most beautiful Invention and Death her Ruse that she may have much life. She envelops Mankind in Obscurity and spurs him ever toward the Light. She makes him dependent upon the Earth, inert and heavy; and ever shakes him off again. She gives Needs because she loves Action. It is marvelous how she attains all this Movement with so little. Every Need is a blessing, quickly satisfied, as quickly awakened again. If she gives another Need—then it is a new source of Desire; but soon she comes to Equipoise. She starts every Moment upon the longest Race and every Moment is at the Goal. She is Futility itself: but not for us for whom she has made herself of the greatest importance. She lets every Child correct her, every Simpleton pronounce Judgment upon her; she lets thousands pass callous over her seeing nothing and her Joy is in all and she finds in all her Profit. We obey her Laws even when we most resist them, we work with her even when we wish to work against her.