Now Mani heard the pleasant voice of a cuckoo foretelling the world an august future. Deep from within her happiness Mani looked up to the old, round, bright, silvery heroine, and thanked her for the clarity of the sky, which she incessantly spread; and within the silvery-white, cooling and purifying celestial milk that poured down to her, Mani suddenly beheld subtle golden streams of knowledge, and she realized that they all emanated from the sun.

“This is how the silence of pure consciousness is enlivened manifold by the golden cognitive springs of self-awareness,” explained Sol.
And with this shining insight Mani and her dear brother continued to walk further up the mountain.