"A breath?"
"It may be."
"Yet you shall be you?"
"Yes; I."
"Then that breath which will be you must have form, even as the Body must have form."
"Form is but the human formula for the informulate."
"Nay, Form is life."
"You have ever one wish, it seems to me, O Will: to put upon me the heavy yoke of mortality."
"Not so: but to lift it from myself."