At this the Soul rose, and moved restlessly to and fro.
"Tell me," resumed the Will, "what is Dissolution?"
"It is the returning into dust of that which was dust."
"And what is dust?"
"The formless: the inchoate: the mass out of which the Potter makes new vessels, or moulds new shapes."
"But you do not go into dust?"
"I came from afar: afar I go again."
"But we—we shall be formless: inchoate?"
"You shall be upbuilded."
"How?"