"Verily, such pride is the extreme of foolishness!"
Hilarion. "Why dost thou utter exorcisms?"
(The valley changes into a sea of milk, motionless and infinite. In its midst floats a long cradle formed by the coils of a serpent, whose many curving heads shade, like a dais, the god slumbering upon its body.
He is beardless, young, more beautiful than a girl, and covered with diaphanous veils. The pearls of his tiara gleam softly like moons; a chaplet of stars is entwined many times about his breast, and with one hand beneath his head, he slumbers with the look of one who dreams after wine.
A woman crouching at his feet, awaits the moment of his awaking.)
Hilarion. "Such is the primordial duality of the Brahmans,—the Absolute being inexpressible by any form."
(From the navel of the god has grown the stem of a lotus flower; it blossoms, and within its chalice appears another god with three faces.)
Anthony. "How strange an invention!"
Hilarion. "Father, Son, and Holy Spirit are but one and the same Person!"