It was then that it crossed my mind that the image of a man masturbating could be a beautiful thing. And there were shapes thrown across the space I occupied, triangles and pentagons and octagons and circles--these were all thrown across my personal body space so that I was no longer myself and I said, "I don't feel like myself." That was when it started, that was when I began to shrink, and my mother began to grow. I grew very afraid of her; after all, she grew to giant size and I shrunk to the size of a mouse; and so I fled into the small spaces of the house and hid from her. She was very large and frightening. Of course my mother started setting off roach bombs to get rid of me (she thought I was a cockroach). These are the times when you are so very small, and so alive you cannot comprehend the life that is in you, that lives with its own engine and inexhaustible fuel. You are a small small thing and the idea occurs to you that you will soon take over the world, that there are worlds and worlds inside you and you are their ruler, that you are different from every other human being and glorified, made to be glory on the face of the earth. This is why you are constantly reminding us that we are full of illusions and you have lost your illusions. I think you are a handful of seeds cast into the earth from the skies, cast down from the heavens and fallen from the heavens. These are all the reasons why you find yourself sitting and staring at walls, simply sitting and staring; and for the rest of your life you shall do nothing but sit and stare, sit and stare. And so we surrounded you from all sides and pointed our fingers at you, and thus there were men on all sides of you each pointing a finger at you; and you could not do anything but point to the sun and say, "Thou nourisheth this abomination," and you crawled into the fetal position and would not move. We continued to surround you at all sides, the men pointing at you continued to surround you and point at you, for we knew what was tormenting you. We were tormenting you; and indeed the sun nourishes all this abomination.