It costs me nothing to feel that I am; it is no burden to me. And yet if the mental, physical, chemical,
and other innumerable facts concerning all branches of knowledge which have united in myself
could be broken up, they would prove endless. It is some untold mystery of unity in me, that has the
simplicity of the infinite and reduces the immense mass of multitude to a single point.
This One in me knows the universe of the many. But, in whatever it knows, it knows the One in ...