The prism is man. The white light is the Word of God. The colors appear after the prism. The source, the Truth, is the source of the white light. The source is hidden from man, who is lost in the rainbow.

Man can refract the light into the component colors; and he can again recombine them. In order to recombine them, however, they must first be split apart.

The seven colors are the seven planets. Each is a vibration, manifest into form, that represents a piece of the Word. Each is like a letter in this first sentence, whose utterance fills the cosmos.

Like a word that has a single sound, the individual letters only appear when the word is written. While God is the author of the universe, so man is his scribe.

Man plays in the rainbow, and identifies the colors he makes. Each is smaller than the Word, because the Word comes before as the breath precedes speech, and it is through man—the prism—they are revealed as separate. For there is only unity, and those who make pieces with images.

Before the Word there was Truth. Truth is the substance from which speech stretches, it is the reason a breath was taken. Truth is the breath, and its wind fills the heavens.

The body of man is a series of arches for the winds of the soul.