But what are all these hooks and chains, biting into my skin, tying me down, binding me? I stand at the center of a giant wheel, the wheel of the world, and that wheel is made of chains. At the end of each of the chains is a hook that bites into me, torturing me, torturing me. I cannot flee, I cannot move - I am the Judas who was before, and I have betrayed all goodness and purity. The sun could not follow its track through the skies

but for my torture; and the moon could not go through its phases

but for my torture; and the planets and stars could not move in orderly patterns throughout the year

but for my torture; and the tides and seasons would not have their seasons and times

but for my torture. For I stand at the center of the wheel of the world, and there is nothing for me but chains and hooks, chains and hooks (a chamber of horrors). All my sweetness, all my bitterness can only be made of chains and hooks; I am the tormented one whose torment is complete, whose torment is the reason for all creation, without whose torment hell would break its bonds and cover the face of the earth in chaos and terror.