5. If I be fond of the sea, and all that is sealike, and fondest of it when it angrily contradicteth me: If the exploring delight be in me, which impelleth sails to the undiscovered, if the seafarer’s delight be in my delight: If ever my rejoicing hath called out: “The shore hath vanished,—now hath fallen from me the last chain— The boundless roareth around me, far away sparkle for me space and time,—well! cheer up! old heart!”— Oh, how could I not be ardent for Eternity, and for the marriage-ring of rings—the ring of the return? Never yet have I found the woman by whom I should like to have children, unless it be this woman whom I love: for I love thee, O Eternity! FOR I LOVE THEE, O ETERNITY!
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