Blue Mary begins to unveil herself before me, she begins to show me her true self and her true nature, and I see only purifying fire. She is the Milk and the Purity - and she is pure danger and pain. Why must you torment me, Blue Mary? Why must you take my heart, and pour pain into my heart? For I desire her, and am filled with pain at my desire; and she takes my heart, and tramples my heart. Blue Krishna is the flute-player who has smitten my heart, Blue Mary is the horse rider who has smitten my heart, and the two of them come together and laugh at my pain, and make fun of my agony, so that I say, "Certainly there is a God, for a world without pain would be hell."