O, Nuit, continuous one of Heaven, I see somewhat of my stupidity, error and selfishness with regard to Thy servant Therion. I understand more of His suffering, more of His labour, more of His passion; His knowledge and wisdom. And I am now willing to learn of Him. Yet, am I willing to give myself utterly to Him? I think I shall still question.

I know not where I am; but this I do know: that I wish to be more kind to Therion, more helpful, more compassionate.