Bringing all the cool silence of the creative multiplicity, this winter-mountain of transcendence, steeped in moonlight, was followed at a distance by the sun-permeated summer-mountain in its green-colourful splendour of unfoldment.
High above the golden star rang brightly in the benevolent and invigorating competition of the impulses of happiness.

Whatever the unruffled diversity of recuperation had prepared on the winter-island, was here, at the creative seat of summer, called upon to become nature, unfolding in a tumble of joy, and with songs and music it glorified the blessing of the quiet winter - which had unfolded its maturity inwardly, to feed on the eternal sources of wisdom.

Now the sun-mountain, in the sumptuous summerly splendour, loudly and proudly carried this perfect knowledge of the joy-field of all possibilities into the world of creative growth and began its high song of praise.
All due thanks went to that multitude of silence, which had led the way and which had, in patient discretion, laid the foundation for the loudly jubilating summer-child that was to come.

In uncountable droplets of gold the sun-rain streamed down to the holy head of the mighty sovereign over summeris variety and poured, after being blessed by him, in streams of nectar through the golden mountain to the plants and animals which moved along under its protection, feeding on the sparks of self-realization.