She also began to jot down her thoughts on the 1 main subject, but these jottings were only infantile lispings of Truth. A child drinks in the outward world 3 through the eyes and rejoices in the draught. He is as sure of the world's existence as he is of his own; yet he cannot describe the world. He finds a few words, 6 and with these he stammeringly attempts to convey his feeling. Later, the tongue voices the more definite thought, though still imperfectly.