Everything here moves along, borne on the shoulders of waves. On one side, these waves make life happy and restful, and on the other hand, they cast you into trouble and misfortune. Every line coming out of the pen is made up of luminous light and is luminous light, and when the divine luminous light displays itself then it becomes divine light. Adam goes about thinking that being confined to the dark works is ascension. He is happy if he can get only a few drops of water from the sea of light.