k_a_nitz

We think back to the eternal chaos where everything lies still mixed up together, where no detail, no being, no special power has separated from the whole. All is just one, like milk where neither cream, butter, whey, nor water have separated from one another. Thus lies the chaos, the infinite space filled with the material of future worlds and creatures, there in inexorable fermentation amd showing yet no light and no form. Now the coarser part separates from the finer, draws together, and celestial bodies arise, draw everything of the same kind to themselves and give the fermentation a specific direction. But at this the fleeting, the purer and living being in space has become still more fleeting and spiritual, it stirs, labours, works and creates, also pushes that which is too full of light and fire from itself, drives it to the fortress of heaven where, driven by the rotation of the eternal word, it places itself as a luminous sphere in space and prepares day and night and the seasons.