We tried to catch him in our hands, but he slid past us into madness. For he sailed out on unknown seas, and explored unknown seas, and slid into the waters, and was overtaken by the waters. We tried to heal him but he would not be healed: his sickness ran too deeply, and his torment had already taken root. Now he is the stone statue standing, the one who stands guard and keeps hell from overtaking the face of the earth. He is the lonesome one who guards the earth in mourning, from his place in that upper-story apartment in that old house. If it weren't for him, the face of the earth would certainly be overtaken by chaos and hell.