She fades away as I look.
For a long time there is nothing, nothing but invisible time, and the immense futility of rain on the sea.
* * * * * * What are these flashes of light?
There are gleams of flame in my eyes; a surfeit of light is cast over me.

I can no longer cling to anything--fire and water! In the beginning, there is battle between fire and water--the world revolving headlong in the hooked claws of its flames, and the expanses of water which it drives back in clouds.

At last the water obscures the whirling spirals of the furnace and takes their place.

Under the roof of dense darkness, timbered with flashes, there are triumphant downpours which last a hundred thousand years.

Through centuries of centuries, fire and water face each other; the fire, upright, buoyant and leaping; the water flat, creeping, gliding, widening its lines and its surface.