In the name of the Great Life and in the name of the precious Truth.
The man preaches from beyond, and the Spirit answers him from the gates of darkness. She brings gold in baskets, and at the tips of her locks of hair she puts pearls. She goes to him and says, “Stranger! Take from me beloved, precious gold and wonderful pearls, and sing me one of your sublime songs. Bring forth the Voice of the Life, and teach me from the ground up.” But I say to her, “Leave and get away from me, Spirit, who is plotting evil!”
Then Namrus comes along, approaches him, and says, “Strange man, bring your wonderful sermon to me!” But I tell her, “Stay still, Namrus, and keep your scorn to yourself. I am not a bard, whose music keeps the people down. I am a man from another world, an iron shoe am I, whose words and singing are clubs and bats for the Evil Spirit.” “Well,” she says to him, “then may Truth give you healing, good man, and may the word through which you have expressed yourself get healing.”
Life is exalted and is victorious, and victorious is the man who has gone there!