Do you see the smoke shivering in the roof-hole? She is whimpering, scared. Still, she’s simply going into the air, and out there she has the whole sky to tumble about in, but she doesn’t want that, so she cowers and trembles in the ashes under the roof.
It’s the same for a human. She shakes and worries like a leaf in a storm, for what she knows, and for what she doesn’t know.
You, you shall cross a narrow plank, so narrow you don’t know how to find a foothold. Under you rumbles a great river. It’s black and wants to swallow you. But you pass over it unhurt. There’s a valley in front of you, so deep you can’t see the bottom. Hands grope for you, but they cannot reach you. At last, you shall stand before a mountain of horror. It spews fire like a furnace, a vast abyss opens its jaws at its feet. A thousand colors flame out of it: copper and iron, blue vitriol and yellow sulfur. A blinding lightning explores from the molten rock, burns your skin. And all about are men, small as ants, for this is the furnace that swallows murderers and violent men.
But in the same instant you think you are lost, a hand shall grab you, a long arm shall encircle you. And you’ll be taken far away, where evil has no power anymore.
