The times are cut off from the times; each moment is cut off from the next; we are blind and deaf, and each moment floats out on its own, completely cut off from every other moment; and we are tormented even by the crystals of snowflakes. Everything has become agony to us, and the wildflowers that fill God's head are agony to us. There are wildflowers inside of God's head, there is a field of wildflowers in there; and thus he was lost among the wildflowers, and the wildflowers were torture to him and agony to him. For he had been thrown into God's head and the wildflowers surrounded him, and he could not move or breathe; each petal of each wildflower was like a hook that bit into his flesh, and thus he was thrown into God's head to be tortured by hooks. And when the hook bites into the flesh and pulls away from the flesh, the flesh stretches out toward the rope or string at the end of the hook; and in this way the wildflowers inside God's head were a torment to him. And there is a little cone of flesh with a tiny hook at each cone's apex, and this was the torture God had decided to hand to him, for he had committed many crimes (thus he was thrown into God's head to be punished). And thus he was stuck in that field of wildflowers for a thousand years, and tormented there for a thousand years, until he was reborn in the flesh (and he was reborn mad). Ghosts that finally pass on and are reborn are reborn as madmen; he had been a ghost inside God's head among the wildflowers, and thus he was a madman whose torture was the purpose of all creation; and indeed his torment is the reason for all creation.