For even if we have the sensation of being always enveloped in, surrounded by our own soul, still it does not seem a fixed and immovable prison; rather do we seem to be borne away with it, and perpetually struggling to pass beyond it, to break out into the world, with a perpetual discouragement as we hear endlessly, all around us, that unvarying sound which is no echo from without, but the resonance of a vibration from within.
Zeren, beti gure arimak inguraturik gauzkalako sentsazioa bizi badugu ere, berori ez baita espetxe mugiezin batean bageunde bezalakoa izaten; sentsazio hori areago da, arimarekin batera, berau gainditzeko oldar behin eta berriro berretuaren hegadan eramanak izatearena, kanpora iristearren, etsipen kutsuz betiere, nork geure inguruan beti ozentasun berdin berbera dantzugula, ozentasun bat gugandik lekora dagoenaren oihartzun izan ohi ez dena, norberaren baitako dardararen durundi baizik.