"Now, do you feel what pain is?"
Another voice in his heart spoke thus.
"Yes. And that is what I deserve to feel."
He fell into dust and answered himself with his heavy footsteps.
He walked on the earth and once again beheld the agony that covers the mortal realm like a never-ending font.
He stepped over the thorns that blocked the road and listened to the calls of humanity. He experienced anguish, through which he obtained tranquility.
"Falling was originally just another name for flying."
And on this eighth day, he granted himself "departure."