Then my Soul was all alone, and I saw nothing, for I was all things, having reached the Great Soul.

And I meditated a thousand thousand years, passionless, well aware of the Causes of all Things.

Then a voice cried: "What shall come to the boy if thou art dead ?" and I was shaken back and forth in myself with pity for thee; and I said: "I will return to my chela, lest he miss the Way." Upon this my Soul, which is the Soul of Teshoo Lama, withdrew itself from the Great Soul with strivings and yearnings and retchings and agonies not to be told.

As the egg from the fish, as the fish from the water, as the water from the cloud, as the cloud from the thick air, so put forth, so leaped out, so drew away, so fumed up the Soul of Teshoo Lama from the Great Soul.

Then a voice cried: "The River! Take heed to the River!" and I looked down upon all the world, which was as I had seen it before--one in time, one in place--and I saw plainly the River of the Arrow at my feet.