But in the meantime, I pursued Truth less relentlessly, refraining from tearing her last veils aside even when I clutched them in my hand.

I no longer cared to look upon Truth naked.

I refused to permit myself to see a second time what I had once seen.

And the memory of what I had that time seen I resolutely blotted from my mind.
And I was very happy.

Life went well with me, I took delight in little things.