Beyond the Fold / Caves of Emerald and Ruby

The beautiful dawn was drawing its rosy feet across the hills, and in the valleys over the waters and the dry land... as though the world had been born only yesterday...
— Where is the road to Paradise??!!

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From above the waters and from beneath them, from the mountains and the valleys, from the leaves of the trees and in the whisper of the breeze... around him and in his hearing... from the depths and in the far distances... from every place, there came to him voices and echoes... tuned, yet without the purity of melody... sweet, yet without the innocence of sweetness... hot, deep of echo, rough of accent, all joining and meeting in one warm, far-off voice that said:
"Glory, all glory, to Man!"
"He who created his own self,"
"and with his self created all selves."
"Yesterday, in the great night, Man was born together with sin,"
"and with sin the new life was born in us."

Where to, my precious treasure, where to?!
— In the sea, Mother, there is a wondrous tale... mountains of ruby stored up, waiting for me. Tomorrow I shall return to your heart with heaps of them — and with sweet young girls!!

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— Where to, good plowman, you who pour blessings into my breast — where to?
My soil is kind and tender... and my vineyard bountiful and generous!!
And the earth — your earth — is openhanded; her breast does not stint. Why then does your breast stint its love, good plowman?
— In the sea, O earth, in the sea, there is a wondrous tale: mountains of ruby stored up, waiting for me... vineyards of emerald with the clusters hanging in them... Tomorrow I shall come back with golden soil for your soil... tomorrow I shall come back with clusters of emerald and hang them on your trellises...
In the sea, O earth, in the sea!!
And the nights grow desolate...