great labour, the giants' labour of making our heart glasses perfectly clean — a giants' labour because the glass itself is impregnated with the stains of countless lives. The last faintest trace of stain must be rubbed away, yet the shape of the glass retained — for it is your glass which is to be filled, not someone else's. Together you go to Him, but He comes to each of you individually. Individuality is never lost; it is made perfect. The more you give yourselves to one another and to the true well-being of others, the sooner you will find the divine Beloved who is the One Self of all.
Two singing together, sometimes in unison, sometimes in spontaneous harmonies is a music second only to the singer divinely alone who moves everyone to tears.