8 O abundant Grace, whereby I presumed to fix my look through the Eternal Light 84 till that the seeing there I consummated! In its depth I saw that is enclosed, bound up with love in one volume, 87 that which through the universe is dispersed in leaves: substance and accidents and their modes, as it were, fused together, in such wise, 90 that that of which I speak is one simple Light. The universal form of this knot I believe that I saw, because more spaciously, 93 in saying this, I feel that I rejoice. One single moment only for me is greater oblivion than five and twenty centuries to the emprise 96 which made Neptune wonder at the shadow of Argo. Thus my mind, wholly rapt, was gazing fixed, motionless, and intent, 99 and ever with gazing grew enkindled. In that Light such one becomes that to turn himself from it for other sight 102 it is impossible should he ever consent; because the Good which is of the will the object all is collected in it, and outside of it 105 is defective that which is there perfect. Now will fall more short my speech, even in respect to that which I remember, than that of an infant 108 who bathes still his tongue at the breast.
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