Ezekiel wandered the streets alone, pondering over all these things, examining all these things. The angel often came to him and spoke to him. This was the appearance of the angel: he was the color blue, almost the color of the night air around him, but there were lines in the night sky that made the angel distinct. He had a square head, and his arms and forearms were like rectangles. His chest too was like a rectangle, and his legs were rarely seen. He wore loose clothing that fit his body neatly, and was never disheveled or disorganized, but appeared to be one with his body, and was the color and image of his body. He often knelt down, and held a blue globe in one of his blue hands; and the globe was the color of his body, and one with his body. His face was the most distinct thing about him, and as he spoke his face became as big as the sky. He had blue skin that shone with a light all its own, as if it gave off light, and didn’t merely reflect it. The angel and Ezekiel often spoke together, as Ezekiel wandered the streets, pondering over all these things. The angel said to him, "You are to be a prophet for your people, and you shall say the words I bid you to say." Ezekiel said to the angel, "God forbid I become a prophet for my people, for I will only be a false prophet, and lead the people to destruction; indeed there will be no mercy for me on the Last Day." And the angel said to him, "How do you think all those holy books were written in ages long ago? Do you think there was a man taking dictation from an angel, and the angel paused at times when he was speaking, so that the man could catch up and get it all down?" Then the angel said, "Certainly you are a wandering poet." And Ezekiel understood the angel’s meaning, and knew the holy books were full of errors, no less than his; and their biggest error is when they claim there are no errors in them, and the people because of this blindly say, "Thus it was written; thus it must be done," and go down to their destruction. So Ezekiel finally said to the angel, "I am ready." The angel handed him a newspaper and said to him, "Eat this newspaper," and Ezekiel ate the newspaper. But the newspaper was bitter to his stomach, and he said to himself, "This is only a taste of the bitterness to come."