These are the words that were spoken long ago, before the times were separated from the times, before the waters were separated from the waters, when I mixed my waters with your waters - when we were the same waters and the same times - when all of this was yet to be and beginning - when I mixed my times with your times and we drank and ate and breathed from the same times. This is why we break the sticks and break the times; for these times are these waters and those waters are not mixed in with our times. And a voice came out of the heavens, and spoke unto them, and said, "There shall be the mixing of times with waters and waters with times, so that we are all drinking and eating and breathing of the same times, of the same waters." And thus they were all astounded, and said, "Could this be the Lord himself speaking to us, could the Lord himself be demanding that I mix my waters with thine, and thou mixeth thy times with mine?" And so it was done as the Lord commanded, and everything began to be mixed in with everything else, so that we were all dreaming the same dreams - we were all caught up in a dream, trapped, unable to wake. And the creatures said to me, "We are the ones who threw the dragons and turtles and snakes from the skies, and sent them plummeting to earth - and they were stronger than you, and you are easier prey for us than they." And I knew the creatures descending from the skies on wings would give me a cup of anguish and terror, and would give me a portion and a measure of anguish and terror - for they were pure things that had met with my abomination. And so I said, "Certainly I am more afraid of those living creatures - those eternally living things that are programmed to do nothing but offer praises up to God - than I am of the wild beasts in the difficult regions of the earth." And so I fled to the difficult regions, and rounded the earth, and traveled over the wide world, and ate all sorts of stones and thorny bushes and hard things made of concrete. For these were the creatures that are programmed to do nothing but praise God constantly - the ones who cannot do anything but utter, "Glory, glory, glory," and cannot ever sleep or rest. They are made of fire and a little flesh and blood, and their lives are an agony for them, for they are so eternally sick of offering praises, and they can do nothing else, and they cannot ever die. They view their lives as miserable existences - and so these creatures are very dangerous, and if anyone has impurity in his heart before them they will tear that one to pieces (none can resist). And so I said to myself, "Soul, you are a long way off from where your roots may grow safely, from where your flowers may bloom without risk." For these creatures do nothing but praise God, and stand by his throne - and if we ever see God we will certainly see creatures all about his throne singing, "Glory, glory, glory," and we will know that we should not have come.