They felt small, half-afraid, childish and wondering, like Adam and Eve when they lost their innocence and realised the magnificence of the power which drove them out of Paradise and across the great night and the great day of humanity.

It was for each of them an initiation and a satisfaction.

To know their own nothingness, to know the tremendous living flood which carried them always, gave them rest within themselves.

If so great a magnificent power could overwhelm them, identify them altogether with itself, so that they knew they were only grains in the tremendous heave that lifted every grass blade its little height, and every tree, and living thing, then why fret about themselves?
They could let themselves be carried by life, and they felt a sort of peace each in the other.

There was a verification which they had had together.