From the golden-yellow whirling centre white-golden and red-golden hosts of bright alfs appeared, followed by silvery-white glittering giants. They all rode on the elements which they governed.
And at the edge of the whirling sea green-mossy wild men and women with loose hair and shaggy clothes came rushing near, riding on trees and shrubs.

The wild and agitated music of the moss-men and the sweeping voices of their women were followed by dragons that were belching out smoke, fire and wind, and by huge winged snakes, fire- and poison-spitting.
They had arisen from their treasures that were glistening in the distance like gleaming fire, and high above the air they travelled on miraculous cloths which were woven by the moss-women.
And on wind-blowing brooms the wild witches came following the dragons.

The witches too had swung up the edge of the whirling sea; now they spun white threads, sucked the milk from the clouds through these threads, milked the threads, and buttered this milk with their broomsticks.

Also many thirsty, milk-eager giants with yard-wide heads, tuskers like boars, red eyes, and long soot-coloured hair that hung far over their ears, flew near, together with their women, on huge boulders and trudged the ground knee-deep as they rode along.
With huge iron clubs these many-headed fellows too drove the trembling thunder-storms ahead as if they were chasing wild bisons and buffaloes to the water-hole.

In the rage of the elements they flared up more and more into a furious frenzy of action, and with their many arms they jolted gigantic pebbles ahead towards the whisking place of the milky ocean.
Their relatives were waiting there, dressed in splendid garments and richly decked. As soon as the white rocks had reached the centre of the milk-sea their relatives shot silvery arrows at those rimed vats; they melted and poured, clad into a blue rayment of light, as white-gleaming nectar into the whirling floods.

“Here the ancient, wise custodians of eternal knowledge carry the white rocks of eternal truth into the ocean of happiness as a festive gift of their family,” said Sol.

But also the giants took other stones and struck fire from them, as if from flint-stones, by rubbing a male and a female stone.
Other stones again they mashed in their hands like ripe fruits and blew the squash before them like storm-rain or cloud-breaks.

And other rocks again they threw playfully at each other; and they uprooted huge trees which stood on their flying mountains, wove them together like willows, hit fertile dew-drops from the rocks with these tree-webs, and drove the drops like roaring rains ahead of themselves.

“Just as these mighty rulers over the mind drive with their braided trees the dew from the rocks towards the centre of the frothing milk-ocean, in the same manner the sage leads the bright truths from the mind of him who strives for supreme knowledge, into the sources of eternity,” explained Sol.
“In this way the moon-bright forces of the giants reach the whirlpool of divine cognition and cool with their eternal insights the glowing enthusiasm which the inner sun feeds into the cognitive process, to melt the petrified prejudices.”