6.12.1 "Bring hither a fig from there."

"Here it is, Sir."

"Divide it."

"It is divided, Sir."

"What do you see there?"

"These rather fine seeds, Sir."

"Of these, please, divide one."

"It is divided, Sir."

"What do you see there?"

"Nothing at all, Sir."

6.12.2 Then he said to him: "Verily, my dear, that finest essence which you do not perceive, verily, my dear, from that finest essence by God's command this great sacred fig tree thus arises.

6.12.3 Believe me, my dear," said he, "He who created it from so small a seed is God, the Truth, the Lord of your soul; and you, Svetaketu, are His servant."

"Do you, Sir, cause me to understand even more."

"So be it, my dear," said he.