In the thunder, which this warrior generates with the rolling sun-wheels of his car, he collects the thought-flows in those lofty
heights, as they strive towards fulfilment from all over the world, and fills the celestial wind-cows with this wishing-milk of the beings,” explained Sol to his sister.

“Through the aurora, which he makes rise with his golden helmet above the milk-ocean to the clouds, he causes the divine igniting within these innumerable, desire-laden, collected waters of the air, thereby raising the desires of man into the luminous field of holy conscience, which in the aurora heralds the sun-day of the gods.
With his blazing beard he blows the cosmic wind so forcefully into the restricted thought-husks of the creatures so that, as if by a secret spell, they open towards each other in their desires, and unite intimately.