[From the heavenly bodies to the smallest mite, the immensity listens … / Do you think that the waters of the river and the trees of the woods / If they had nothing to say, would raise their voices? … / Do you think that the tomb, covered with grass and with night, is only a silence? … / No, everything is a voice and everything is a perfume / Everything in infinity says something to someone… . We hear the sound of the beam of light God throws / The voice of what humans calls silence.)
