no personality
free yet not arbitrarily
the master of all you survey
and the blame you have to bare
"......Be what it is, The Action of my life is like it, which I'll keep if but for sympathy."
no superlative, no comparison, just one distiction between conditional and unconditional, yet if it is conditional it isn't - love.
I can not stand the categorical talk. There is always some sort of accusation towards the perceived/conceived categories.