4376. Perhaps he might view azure distant hills dotted with nicely trimmed symmetrical trees bordering winding roads that climb in and out of cultivated fields.
4377. Here and there one might see farmers with their pruning hooks trimming fruit trees laden with ripe fruit, and down a path comes a friar on a donkey, perused by laughing children.
4378. The sun’s light adorns everything in the same gentle way, always, coming down from the upper left hand corner.
4379. Such then is the entire world, the entire solar system, and the entire cosmos, circumscribed and formulated like a miniature stage set belonging to a healthy, happy child of an aristocratic family.