In the beginning of time, there rose from the churning of God's br dream two women. One is the dancer at the court of paradise, the br desired of men, she who laughs and plucks the minds of the wise br from their cold meditations and of fools from their emptiness; and br scatters them like seeds with careless hands in the extravagant br winds of March, in the flowering frenzy of May. br The other is the crowned queen of heaven, the mother, throned br on the fullness of golden autumn; she who in the harvest-time br brings straying hearts to the smile sweet as tears, the beauty deep br as the sea of silence, -brings them to the temple of the Unknown, br at the holy confluence of Life and Death.