It began with a sound that everybody hated.
Because of this sound, my time on earth became saturated with
contempt and cruelty.
I cried out to the Triune God from the midst of the storm,
writhing in agony; some of it deserved, much of it unjust.
I brought our works (mine and theirs) to the Triune God and asked,
"What do you think about what we have done?"
"What do you think of our dreams for our future and theirs?"