But what really caught his attention was the human passion and its overwhelming effects. Then, made up of a silent, invulnerable, and eternal matter, he was made to act upon the carnal and dualistic creature to aid him.
His voice, like the song of a rare and fleeting bird, soon plunged into sleep and the passivity of a faint memory. Did not work.
The brownish shadows of that human personality, like an insurmountable wall, resisted him. A darkness greater than that of the night superimposed any angelic action. Yet in almost every direction a discontinuous and intolerable battle ensued, for a time which the ethereal being called now and man of a life.
When the soul, already unbound and moved by a new and greater consciousness, already having circled the incandescent abyss of tribulations, asked:
"Are you helped me, angel?" He replied:
"But I have witnessed something important: the extraordinary thing in you has cooked it in the fire of your own passions until the effluent vapors of common sense appear."