He seeks the society of those of a like interest just as a bird would be with a bird, and makes his home on high, in the world of thought, just like the nest of a bird in the top of a tree. He advances still further and becomes as an insect, admiring the Immanence of God in nature and absorbing rapture from divine wisdom, just like a bee gathering honey from the flowers. And he like a moth concentrates on and hovers round the light until his self is sacrificed in the vision of his love. He in the end becomes like a germ, an object to be lying at the feet of the walker, anybody may walk upon him who may so choose. He cares for neither light nor knowledge for he has passed far beyond all that.