Section 1
On the hill, there stood a windmill, solemn to look at and very proud of itself.
“I am not proud at all,” it said, “but I am much enlightened inside and outside. On the outside, I have the sun and the moon, and for the inward use, as well. And I also have stearine candles, oil lamps and wax candles. Yes, I daresay I am enlightened. I am a thinking soul and so well-built that I am a pleasure to look at. I have a good windpipe in my chest, and have four wings placed upon my head, right under my hat. The birds have only two wings and are obliged to carry them on their backs. I am an inborn Dutchman; you can tell that from my figure - A Flying Dutchman! People call them supernatural beings, I know, but I’m quite natural anyway. There's a balcony around my stomach and a dwelling place underneath it, that’s where my thoughts live. My strongest thought, who rules and governs, is called by the other thoughts: “The Man in the Mill”. He knows what he wants and rules over the flour and the oats: but he also has a partner, and she calls herself “Mother”. She is my real heart. She doesn't run around carelessly and awkwardly; she knows what she wants and what she can do. She's as gentle as a breeze and as strong as a storm. She knows how to begin a thing carefully and at the same time do the thing the way she wants. She is my softer side and the father is my harder - they are two and yet one: and each calls the other “My Half”. These two have youngsters, little thoughts that can grow up, and these little ones watch over everything.
