In that great darkness… — in the court of theology — I found… the burning Tree of Life.

I cried out: What was the crime… of the Tree of Life? That you punished it?

No answer came… It seemed… in the court of theology — no one… but me… and the Tree of Life… was present.

I drew closer… and heard a dying voice from the Tree:

Do you wish to play… my lawyer? — What a ridiculous executioner you are! — Do you think… I am burning?

What a laughable advocate… I… and the court of theology… are an artificial dream.

Welcome… to the court… within yourself…

Here lies… the deadliest prison… decorated… as a courtroom.

There is no escape… unless you can… burn away… the masks… of the lawyer… and the executioner...