In the sea of unconsciousness sails the almighty god, between fragments of other epochs – or of a body, carried by the waves. Already the arm of creation skims over the stretch of sea. But why should his face be black? Because such is the unconscious or because, after all, Osiris was the king of Hades.

The sculptor moulding his statue, ultimately, becomes indistinguishable from his creation. The arm of the statue becomes his own arm. Thus the Self, the greatest artist of all, moulds and shapes the Soul of Man.

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The Spring 1980

When God drew forth Woman from the sleeping Adam, the spirit performed the first act of fecundation on her. In reality, however, the first Man into whom God exhaled the Breath of Life, was a hermaphrodite creature. Now and always, the process is repeated when the spirit awakens the soul from its slumber in the body and fecundates it.