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no more balm that repairs it. Some speculators, more abundant in imaginations than in truths, propose that butter, cheese, and whey can be put back into perfect milk. Yet, let it not displease them, this is among the impossibilities of nature. What is passed can no longer return. The fruit, once ripe, can no longer grow green again. The cream that has escaped from the body that contained it never returns to mix into the tiny parts from which it came. Since the liver has distinguished the substances in the bodies which go distributing themselves everywhere, there is no longer any way they can become again what they were before their separations. Also, to tell the truth, separating where there is no need is an insult to love, which asks only for union. This is why I advise you that if you are a faithful lover of Olocliree, you should remember the comparisons I have proposed to you. Be discreet in your search for her, which follows the unique meeting of truth. Truth is one, and it offers us a unique subject, excitable by the unique acting upon the unique capable, in a time uniquely distinguished from the first and unique equal distinction. There is nothing so celestially destined as the subjects of love who are faithfully united. Therefore, be extremely discreet for your own good. Never think of wanting to join Apaxe likely Apathy or a state of non-passion with Olocliree, though it seems it might be a duty. Flee, flee this thought. Note that Olocliree knows that her father and her mother are only herself in power, immediately united. Therefore, she flees what Heaven has disunited and what nature has made separate. What is entirely separated by nature, and even in appearance is different by its distinction, will never be joined absolutely nor mixed exactly. Substances divided by nature cannot be joined to the depth nor concentrically. There is a certain fatal moment and sweet condition of meeting that joins hearts which ought to belong to one another. They are already united before their separation is even considered. If this is not so, there will never be peace between those who think they are assembling, and contentment will not be found there, because there is only difficulty in constraint. Above all, take care not to undo what is done. You cannot make nature fall into or enter into necessity other than that to which she is destined. Nothing can happen to her except what is her own. Love, the father of suitability, is so just that he rejects everything that is in no way suited to him. For this cause, know that what has been united by the faithful bond of Nature and love, if it comes to be violated or undone, can no longer be restored. The broken ferment, then mended, is no longer that first fidelity. It is done; one cannot pull back together the disjointed parts. Also, no one knows the soldering of nature. Therefore, one must not be stubborn in separating what Nature has joined, nor obstinate in uniting what nature has not destined for each other

reciprocally. Instead, one must preserve, maintain, increase, agitate, and give substance to what love, Heaven, nature, or endelechie entelechy; the actualization of potential has joined. By multiplying the good that is in the subject, one will have the good that is ordained from it. Such is the way and preparation that must be held to make oneself pleasing to the beautiful Olocliree. If these maxims are not observed, one will never have a part in her, because she holds in abomination everything that can bring trouble into loyal sympathies. I pray you, beautiful Friend, if it happened that what has bound us were undone, who could redo it or establish it anew in being to unite us in the alliance that is between us? Being thus strangers, into what new repetitions of beginnings would we return to be born of subjects that would make us, in the end, become what we are? That which is cannot be reduced to such a principle that it can become something which, in potential, there is no way for it to be. I will tell you again, because it is necessary on account of the two approaching adventures, and I warn you in this vigor where you are. If you continue in it, possibly you will be satisfied. To assure you further concerning the last and great secret: accidents can be erased and others stirred up, but the accident is never separated, only the substance that is part of the subject. It is true that there are substantial accidents which are separable, in which one must be prudent, because such things subsist. Pure accidents are and can be extinguished and dissipated, and so can the thing become transmuted. In this, love is excellent, seeing that it causes to arise what was not there before. By the liveliness of its fire, it causes to become in complete excellence what was simple and of seemingly very little value, to be in the end the excellent thing and the cause of what is the prize of all that is under the Sun. And this is this beautiful Olocliree, desirable above all that is desirable for her abundant happiness. Now follow the delights of your design. If, going and coming by this path that I show you between these two small rocks, you do not find the occasion to properly choose the place of the wished-for dwelling to meet the Beauty of your intentions, and you are not sufficiently instructed, come back to find me in my tabernacle. I will show you the beautiful mirrors which will make you know the beautiful features of the Beauty, after having guided you faithfully to where she resides in the patience of her perfection. To this end, while waiting for our other communication, have your intelligence alert to justly aim your intention at the precious glass that cannot be destroyed—at that beautiful glass that nature excites by the change caused by the principle of movement. This glass is the crystal of the sages the Philosophers' Stone or the perfected matter. It is all their precious stones that transmute everything into their own perfection. It is this glass alone which is infinitely moist and infinitely dry, and of such a nature that it ends...

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