Seorang hamba dalam keheningan malam sedang berdiri teguh menghadap Tuhan. 

Sunyinya suara dan angin sepoi mengiringi langkahnya sembari mengibaskan rambutnya di udara. 

Ia hanya menghadap dan menengadahkan kepala sambil seolah matanya berkata, "Tuhan, kau yakin, Tuhan?"

Kini angin yang menemani perjamuan mereka melukiskan sebuah sajak dari jeritan batin sang hamba dan keputusan Tuhannya. 

O thou sacred Night,

In these days I scarce do dance upon thy path,

With thy darkness and stillness,

With the moon and the stars,

With the embrace and the weeping.

Lo, I

Now stand at a crossroads

Betwixt darkness and light.

The Snarer of Mine Heart calleth me forth —

What wouldst thou have me do, save obey?

He speaketh: “All paths shall be laid in order.”

Yea, I know — his promises are ne’er less than fair.

But dost thou know the measure of my dread?

This terror exceedeth even the death I oft did beseech.

Yet still, the Snarer of My Heart calleth me hence.

“All roads are readied,” he saith.

O thou lonesome Night,

My friend who hath stitched my breath these many days,

Let us dance, while I sew a compass for my soul.

The path is there.

He push’d me outward.

Then is the hour nigh?

Is it time to cry aloud,

That I am weary of sipping silence all alone?

Time to show my tears unto the world?

“Cease thy jest! When I chose to become human, all things must become human!”

Is it so?

Is it time... to cry unto the heavens:

“Unmask thy faces, all of ye!”

Cease thy feigned ignorance —

Cease thy feigned coldness of heart!

Ye all must walk with me,

And become human too!

Else shall I weep and call upon the Lord

To bring the world to ruin swiftly —

That the world I dream may rise in truth,

And I shall shiver not in lonely frost again,

Till even the foolishness I must swallow

Hurteth not my very bones.

Is it so?