The Creator assigned food to the angels; he said, "Whatever shall be left over of these worlds, be that Mine." That which was left over of these worlds was the Mighty, the King, the Mighty, the Overlord, the Mighty, the Sovereign; thence He milked these worlds threefold; that is the cause of its having three elements. For one of whom he desires, "May he be an eater of food," let him offer this offering of three elements, to the Mighty, the King, a cake on eleven potsherds, to the Mighty, the Overlord, to the Mighty, the Sovereign. The King is this world of earth, the Overlord is the atmosphere, the Sovereign is the heaven yonder; he has recourse to these worlds with their own share, and they bestow food on him; he becomes an eater of food. Even as one milks a cow ready to give milk by reason of its calf, so he milks these worlds, made ready, for desire, for food; he places the cake on potsherds face upwards, for variety. There are three cakes, these worlds are three; each one above the other is larger, for so as it were are these worlds; it serves for prosperity; he cuts off from all the cakes as he sets them up without making a failure; he recites the verses alternately, to prevent burning.