As she sat there pondering, looking at the thread-woven miracle, she felt as if, with her eye, she moved to the fine patterns that they had in common, and finally slipped into them so that she recognized everything from within.

And in that moment all the inner spaces of the threefold string of fate grew into infinity; she heard, felt, saw, tasted, and smelled into all quarters of the world, and looked into the high past and into the bright future.

She noticed that the past extended rather cool and white in her understanding, whereas the future warmed the realm of her feeling with mild golden glow, and the infinite present appeared in the middle between her feeling and her understanding - where delicate breezes whispered inner diversity to her.