Through a tunnel with no navigator to the mountain’s other side —
Unexpected vistas wait there.
Many have spoken of them,
But never saw them themselves — they were told.

And those who told it fantasized,
Only guessed, imagined.
I will check myself
And finally know.
I would tell you too,
But I have no chance.

They decreed from outside:
That by faith we should reach fullness,
The path is one-way.
They ordered no return to be laid.