And then the Darkness changed into some sort of a Moist Nature, tossed about beyond all power of words, belching out smoke as from a fire, and groaning forth a wailing sound that beggars all description (…)
Thereon out of the Light a Holy Word Logos descended on that Nature.
And upwards to the height from the Moist Nature leaped forth pure Fire; light was it, swift and active too.
The Air, too, being light, followed after the Fire;
from out of the Earth-and-Water rising up to Fire so that it seemed to hang therefrom.

Corpus Hermeticum, Poimandres

Separate thou the earth from the fire, the subtle from the gross sweetly with great industry.

The Emerald Table

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