It was a warm, glorious sensation; I saw that he tried his best and he
looked at me mildly.
He murmured something, but I could not understand it or I have
forgotten it. Thereupon, with the utmost effort to express myself
clearly and with sincerest fervor, I asked: "Can you give me advice? I
seek for the best. Tell me what I must do, counsel me!"
But he said nothing.
Then an old question arose in me, unexpectedly and without my having
resolved anything about it:
"Father," I said, "what is Christ?"
Then I heard him say:
"Ask the butterfly."
And I understood that he meant the butterfly in the last dream with the
blue decorated wings. I asked:
"Can you tell me nothing?"
Then he shook his head very gently and everything in my dream vanished;
I saw only his head shaking "no" - and with that I awoke. The day was
dawning, and I lay thinking over everything and impressing it on my
memory.