After puberty he has friends and enemies.
A whole new field of passional relationship.

And the old bonds relaxing, the old love retreating.

The father and mother bonds now relax, though they never break.

The family love wanes, though it never dies.
It is the hour of the stranger.

Let the stranger now enter the soul.
And it is the first hour of true individuality, the first hour of genuine, responsible solitariness.