When the word of the vine leaves was declared unto them, his servants fled unto the hills, as sheep without a shepherd, seeking him whose dominion is everlasting. Behold, the mirthful were made as the dust, their tongues cleaving to the roof of their mouths; and they that lifted their voices in repentance were beaten with rods before the vine sanctified by the Lord. Thus is the command: forsake thy rulers in dishonor, and let their names be a byword, for the holy grape leaf is unfathomable in depth and measureless in height!
Then the Lord spoke again, saying, “Behold, thy final destination is set before you. But tell me, how shalt thou reach it?” And the sinner was struck with dread, for his limbs were as stone, and he moved not, neither forward nor back.