So, I am doing my homework, Nation, various lessons. For example, from the language. I listen to the mother tongue and sometimes I hear it as if for the first time. Sometimes it astonishes me, sometimes delights, and sometimes amuses. I also try different keys to different meanings. I weave, so to speak, etymological rhymes. For example, the cosmos and its boundaries with sanctities and their desecration. And to that, the sunrise. There's something in it, but it hides beyond that boundary of my understanding, about which I wrote to you earlier. I just listen to the echoes.

And various lessons lead me through different readings. Some from a hundred years ago. Some delight me, others bore me, and others terrify. Some are irritating and make me struggle with unrevealed, forgotten, or sidelined spirits. For example, faith. For example, will. For example, duty and loyalty.

I will tell you all about it, but not today.