he wanted to give as much as he received in equal measure as he received all that is and all was what he wanted to give to it_ all from the flower and from the bee from the light and the green shade from her arms and their joined hands_ but he could not give to what was already there; it was superflous and redundant repetitions emptied of feelings; so there was to give something that was his only something in which he could be found and received_ but he had nothing of such kind for all that he was was only in all that he received and it is with it all that he is anything of himself not to be divisible to be looked at in a gift, a he suspended for when he finds too late how he missed to make himself to be received.