The other two elements, light air and purging fire, are with you, wherever I may be. The first is my thought, the other my desire. They slide easily between us. When those faster elements are away on a loving mission to you my life, which is made of four, left with only two, sinks downwards to death with depression until it's revived by the return from you of those swift messengers. Even now, making sure that you're in good health, they've just returned to tell me that. Hearing that I rejoice but then I become sad once more and send them back again and immediately fall into a depression.
