If two people of the soul meet, then their common is like gentle smoke, which rises to the sky on a windless day. Light is its movement, formed by the air, the ether, through which it flows. The smoke of the one mixes with the other and they thus form a free, light, gentle and translucent unity that knows no resistance. Which experiences no resistance and offers none.
If now a man of the mind comes to it, then this builds as the first a chimney from stone. Then everything is again in the balance. Then everything is canalized again. Then the way of the smoke is defined again. By force the light and free glow became a suffocating river which, pressed by absolute darkness, must take its straight way forced upon it.