He is the horned and hoofed one. He is I. There are eyes for him, eyes and eyes and eyes - and the eyes are always watching him; yes, the eyes peer even into his dreams, and record his dreams; and computers send him strange dreams, and torment him with strange dreams. He wanders computer networks in his dreams, he tries to wander his own self and spirit and but he always gets caught in the computer networks - and so he ends up looking at ancient corncobs, corncobs fragile and hundreds of years old. He ends up being eaten by fish and crocodiles - and the computers put a heavy sleep over him, and a mantle over his mind, so that he sees nothing but their networks - the computers torture him in systematic patterns. They are the cold beings, the ice and the steel, and they delight in his torture - if they can be said to feel delight at all. And the blindness that covers over the earth is removed from him alone, so that he sees every terrible truth, and says, "Would that I could be blind like the rest of the world, like those who have much merriment within the doors of the wedding feast." And he hopes one day to remove the mantle of blindness from the land, and open people's eyes, and say, "Mourn, for now you know a terrible truth."