(57) The first Tincture of the first Principle is properly the P Habitation in the Fire-flash, which is the Source, [Life, or active Property,] in the Gall, which makes the Brimstone-Spirit (viz. the indissoluble Worm of the Soul, which rules powerfully in the sharp Essences, and moves and carries the Body whithersoever the Mind, in the second Center will) to be its Dwelling-house; its Tincture is like the fierce, [austere or grim,] and sharp Might of God; it kindles the whole Body, so that it is The dazzling Light of the Sun. Warm, and that it grows not stiff [or congealed with Cold,] and upholds the Wheel in the Crack in the Essences, out of which the Hearing arises. It is sharp, and proves the Smell of every Thing in the Essences; it makes the Hearing, though itself is neither the Hearing nor Smelling; but it is the Gate that lets in Good and Evil, as the Tongue and also the Ear [does.] All which comes from hence, because that its Tincture has its Ground in the first Principle; and the Kindling of the Life happens in the Sharpness, in the Breaking through the Gate of the eternal Darkness.

(29) Its Essence is the Flash in the Circle [or Circumference] of the Springing of the Life, which in the Water makes the Glance and Shining; and its Root is the Fire; and the Stock is the [sour] Harshness. Now the Flash separates the Bitterness and Harshness from the Water; so that the Water becomes soft, [fluid] and clear, wherein then the Sight of all Creatures does consist, so that the Spirit in the Flash in the Matrix of the Water does see; and the Flash stands therein like a Glance, [or Luster,] and fills the Spirit of the Essences; from which the Essence draws vehemently to itself; for it is the [sour] Harshness, and the Flash continually separates the Darkness from the Light, and the Impure from the Pure; and there now stands the divine Virtue [or Power:] And the divine Glance continually imagines [or imprints] itself in the pure, from which the [sour] strong [Property] is separated out from Nature; and the divine Glance makes the Pure Sweet; for it mingles itself, [or infects] there.