The clouds came to me, and sang to me, singing, "We have fashioned your bones and sinews, we have sculpted your organs and skin and face, we have set you apart and lifted you up, that you may go before the world, reveal everything that has been forever concealed. But you keep going on and on with nonsense, and will not stop." And I said to the clouds, "You are not the only ones who have fashioned me, O Clouds, for devils too have fashioned me, and they put a chattering mouth deep in my heart, a mouth that speaks and speaks, and so I must say to the world what the chattering mouth says." And the clouds grew angry and thundered and rained, and I fled indoors, for thunderstorms can be powerful and frightening. And when too much heat of anger is gathered together in one spot in the skies it explodes out with lightning, fire from the sky, fire from the anger gathered together into one spot in the sky. And I could hear the clouds crying to me, "Ingrate! ingrate! ingrate!" and I was terrified of them, for I was their son, and I had angered my parents in the skies. And I was afraid of the spots in the skies where there was too much anger gathered together into one spot, for these were the spots from where lightning strikes out (and the clouds are angry with me and me alone; if it weren't for me there would be no such thing as lightning); and so I cowered in a corner of my apartment, and said, "The anger, the anger, the anger," and thus I was terrified of the anger in the clouds until I cried out, "Words!" and there were no more words coming from the clouds, and all was quiet and still.