These are our stolen emotions, these are our feelings that have been robbed from us--there are agonies in them, there are terrors in them, there are many teeth and scales in them; and they have been taken down to the bottom of the world where they are poured out into glasses and drunken in all sorts of evil rituals. And the devil comes, and the devil opens a door for me and says, "Go ahead--go through this door," and so I go through the door and find that I am made of mirrors and flying through the air two feet from the ground, a terrible look in my eyes and shrunken heads strung about my neck. And so I say, "Devil, why did you bid me to go through that door? For I am in a very agonizing situation now," and the devil says, "If you didn't suffer this pain, someone else would have to suffer the same," and I know that I am the martyr flying two feet from the ground, made of mirrors, with shrunken heads strung about my neck, while the devils drink my feelings in ritual at the bottom of the earth, and perform all sorts of rites with my feelings in their place at the bottom of the earth. And I know there are devils at the root of all my terrors and agonies, performing rituals that make me suffer, performing rituals with my stolen feelings (and I cannot feel); and thus they pour out my feelings into glasses, and get drunk on my feelings, and make much merriment at my expense--so I try to flee them, and find that I am surrounded by locked doors, I find I am in a maze of catacomb hallways with nothing but locked doors all about me--and so I scream, but the devils steal my scream so that nothing comes from my mouth, and they perform all sorts of rituals and rites with my scream, and they are very much pleased. And so I say to myself, "Soul, certainly you are fallen, and certainly worse things than these are in store for you after you die, and certainly nothing can restore you to God," and I would weep, but the devils would steal my weeping, and use it in all sorts of rites, and pour it into cups and drink it in ritual--and so I suffer with my mouth closed, and will not move or say one more word.