Thus like the leviathan! We recall this overpowering weight in the scale of God’s justice in regard to the man Job. There, where the deep sources of the ocean are, the leviathan lives; from there the all-destroying flood ascends, the all-engulfing flood of animal passion. That stifling, compressing feeling[203] of the onward-surging impulse is projected mythologically as a flood which, rising up and over all, destroys all that exists, in order to allow a new and better creation to come forth from this destruction. _Japhet_: The eternal will Shall deign to expound this dream Of good and evil; and redeem Unto himself all times, all things; And, gather’d under his almighty wings, Abolish hell! And to the expiated Earth Restore the beauty of her birth. _Spirits_: And when shall take effect this wondrous spell? _Japhet_: When the Redeemer cometh; first in pain And then in glory. _Spirits_: New times, new climes, new arts, new men, but still The same old tears, old crimes, and oldest ill, Shall be amongst your race in different forms; But the same mortal storms Shall oversweep the future, as the waves In a few hours the glorious giants’ graves. The prophetic visions of Japhet have almost prophetic meaning for our poetess; with the death of the moth in the light, evil is once more laid aside; the complex has once again, even if in a censored form, expressed itself. With that, however, the problem is not solved; all sorrow and every longing begins again from the beginning, but there is “Promise in the Air”—the premonition of the Redeemer, of the “Well-beloved,” of the Sun-hero, who again mounts to the height of the sun and again descends to the coldness of the winter, who is the light of hope from race to race, the image of the libido. PART II CHAPTER I ASPECTS OF THE LIBIDO