I came across a story (in one of Thomas Moore's books, either "care of the soul" or "soul mates") which I will try to remember and recount, as best I can...The lady of the manor had in her quarters a great treasure chest,
large enough to accomadate a man, and which none had seen, but when
her servant inquired as to its contents he was told that it was not
for him to know. The servant, being very suspicious, informed the
lord of the manor, who went promptly in to see the queen, and asked
her the reason for this secrecy. "Would you like to know," she asked
him, "because of the suspicion of our servant, or because of your own
distrust of me?" He remarked that it mattered little, and all would
be remedied as soon as the contents were revealed. She, standing over
the chest, told him it was locked and could not be opened. "Where
then is the key," he asked her, whereupon she showed that the key was
in her very hand. "Give it to me," he said, and she gave it to him,
and fled the room, clearly in a state of distress. But the lord did
not open the chest right away. He stood puzzling for a moment, then
sent for four of his strongest men to help carry the thing to a remote
corner of the estate, where they proceeded to dig a deep hole and bury
it, never to be referred to again.
Clearly, the woman is the soul,
and the man is the intellect,
intent on knowing her secrets,
but not at the cost of losing her.
I say!,
Ought we to uncover more than is meet?
Or, satisfy ourselves with an understanding
of the simple; of oneness, or love?
Does the devil perhaps provide systems
(called "religious", called "hermetic",
but purely materialistic in their aims,
and unparalleled in their complexity)
for the seeker who is not satisfied
with the contemplation of "One Love"?