| The first excerpt represents the element of Air. It speaks of mental influences and the process of thought, and is drawn from The Tanach: Job 41: 31 (41:23) He maketh the deep to boil like a pot; he maketh the sea like a seething mixture.
Job 41: 32 (41:24) He maketh a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be hoary.
Job 41: 33 (41:25) Upon earth there is not his like, who is made to be fearless.
Job 41: 34 (41:26) He looketh at all high things; he is king over all the proud beasts.
Job 42: 1 Then Job answered the LORD, and said:
Job 42: 2 I know that Thou canst do every thing, and that no purpose can be withholden from Thee.
Job 42: 3 Who is this that hideth counsel without knowledge? Therefore have I uttered that which I understood not, things too wonderful for me, which I knew not.
Job 42: 4 Hear, I beseech Thee, and I will speak; I will demand of Thee, and declare Thou unto me.
Job 42: 5 I had heard of Thee by the hearing of the ear; but now mine eye seeth Thee;
Job 42: 6 Wherefore I abhor my words, and repent, seeing I am dust and ashes.
Job 42: 7 And it was so, that after the LORD had spoken these words unto Job, the LORD said to Eliphaz the Temanite: 'My wrath is kindled against thee, and against thy two friends; for ye have not s  The Tanach |
The second excerpt represents the element of Fire. It speaks of emotional influences and base passions, and is drawn from Poems of William Blake by William Blake: O virgin know'st thou not our steeds drink of the golden springs
Where Luvah doth renew his horses: lookst thou on my youth.
And fearest thou because I vanish and am seen no more.
Nothing remains; O maid I tell thee, when I pass away.
It is to tenfold life, to love, to peace, and raptures holy:
Unseen descending, weigh my light wings upon balmy flowers:
And court the fair eyed dew, to take me to her shining tent
The weeping virgin, trembling kneels before the risen sun.
Till we arise link'd in a golden band and never part:
But walk united bearing food to all our tender flowers.
Dost thou O little cloud? I fear that I am not like thee:
 Poems of William Blake |