THE EQUINOX
is the adherent. The lover giveth his life unto the work
among men. The hermit goeth solitary, and giveth only of
his light unto men.
And I ask him: Why does he tell me that?
And he says: I tell thee not. Thou tellest thyself, for thou
hast pondered thereupon for many days, and hast not found
light. And now that thou art called NEMO, the answer to
every riddle that thou hast not found shall spring up in thy
mind, unsought. Who can tell upon what day a flower shall
bloom?
And thou shalt give thy wisdom unto the world, and that
shall be thy garden. And concerning time and death, thou
hast naught to do with these things. For though a precious
stone be hidden in the sand of the desert, it shall not heed for
the wind of the desert, although it be but sand. For the
worker of works hath worked thereupon; and because it is
clear, it is invisible; and because it is hard, it moveth not.
All these words are heard by everyone that is called
NEMO. And with that doth he apply himself to understand-
ing. And he must understand the virtue of the waters of
death, and he must understand the virtue of the sun and the
wind, and of the worm that turneth the earth, and of the stars
that roof in the garden. And he must understand the separate
nature and property of every flower, or how shall he tend his
garden?
And I said to him: Concerning the Vision and the Voice,
I would know if these things be of the essence of the Aethyr,
or of the essence of the seer.
And he answers: It is of the essence of him that is called
NEMO, combined with the essence of the Aethyr, for from
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