A light ray breaks itself yet in somewhat entirely of other as in colors. At least the light ray of a Beseelung is capable where then the soul in souls colors breaks herself. All intellectual contact is similar to the contact of a magic rod. Everything can become the magic tool. Glied with the upper world, that eye, what it lifts gene sky.
Light is symbol of the real composure.
Also here you meet us therefore, age old childlike religion of the Parsen, and we find the religion of the universe in you. A through itself more excitable, consequently always more automatic, eternally illuminating body. A more relatively more excitable, for strange stimulation of agreed bodies. We are Tonerde, and the women are world eyes and sapphire, that also out of Tonerde bestehn. Light makes fire.