True joy at last dwells with us. Whenever we partake of anything, Walpurga always says: "We planted this ourselves; on such a day, we set our beans. I put them in Burgei's hand, and she dropped them on the garden beds."
And thus it seems to be with all things. The past is being renewed to us.
I have found it difficult to go over the same task, again and again. But the constant repetition is what constitutes labor. Without that, it is mere amusement.
Nature constantly repeats herself, and we must serve her by imitating her. She repeats herself through her laws; man, through his duties.
I have, nevertheless, indulged in variations, and not without success. While walking through the stable, I observed the cow lowing and turning toward her sucking calf. I have carved the figures in wood.
I should like to imitate every object in nature--to create the world anew, as it were, so that men might see all things as I see them.
I thank Thee, Eternal Spirit, for bestowing these gifts upon me.