Master says: “Everything continues to be just fine; I only contain my admiration in order to reflect upon it,

Master says: for I wish to know, first of all, the source of this fineness, and secondly, what end or purpose it may serve. And what are you, to interrupt my contemplation with the asking of questions? How does your existence concern mine? I feel, indeed, compelled to admire all things, including yourself, but prudence tells me to resist this inclination, for it may be some trap devised against me.”

Trurl says: it was created by me, created expressly that between you and the world there should be perfect harmony.

Master says: Harmony?”, said the Contemplator, gravely turning all its lenses on him. “Harmony,

Master says: you say? And why do I have three legs? Wherefore is my head on top? For what reason am I brass on the left and iron on the right? And why do I have five eyes. Answer, if it be true you brought me into being from nothingness!