For the Waters were in the beginning, when fire had perished from the face of the world; and all things, fixed and moving, and all that is between them, had melted together.

Nor could anything be perceived then, in that lonely ocean. Then the divine Evolver, thousand-eyed, with a thousand resting places;

The thousand-headed Spirit, in color golden, above all powers of sense; the Evolver, bearing the name of Lord of the waters, slept there on the deep.

Then, through the strong power of Being within him, awakening, he looked forth over the empty world, after a night that had lasted for a thousand ages.

And the Evolver, becoming the great Breath, moved there on the waters; hither and thither like a firefly, at night, in the season of the rains.