Wild animals have a certain sense that mankind does not, namely, that of knowing the way home, even from far away, as we can observe in the case of horses, dogs, bees, and many more, nor do they go astray in thick forests, as man does. They not only know the way home, but the bee even knows its own hive out of many. This sense is common to those creatures that live according to order, for the true order has been impressed upon their souls. This would also have been the case with man if he had lived according to order. I have been allowed to experience this, not only by being led home when I did not know the way, but also in respect to a place I had been acquainted with earlier, I had a similar feeling of knowing the neighborhood in a remarkable way, from within-so that the neighborhood moved me, and then I knew whose house it was. 1748, 6 June.