The angel said, "What more shall I do?"

Then God bent down and whispered in the angel's ear, and the angel spread
out its wings and went down to earth.

And partly I woke, sitting there upon the broken stone with my head on my
knee; but I was too weary to rise. I heard the wind roam through the olive
trees and among the ruined arches, and then I slept again.

The angel went down and found the man with the bitter heart and took him by
the hand, and led him to a certain spot.

Now the man wist not where it was the angel would take him nor what he
would show him there. And when they came the angel shaded the man's eyes
with his wing, and when he moved it the man saw somewhat on the earth
before them. For God had given it to that angel to unclothe a human soul;
to take from it all those outward attributes of form, and colour, and age,
and sex, whereby one man is known from among his fellows and is marked off
from the rest, and the soul lay before them, bare, as a man turning his eye
inwards beholds himself.

They saw its past, its childhood, the tiny life with the dew upon it; they
saw its youth when the dew was melting, and the creature raised its
Lilliputian mouth to drink from a cup too large for it, and they saw how
the water spilt; they saw its hopes that were never realized; they saw its
hours of intellectual blindness, men call sin; they saw its hours of all-
radiating insight, which men call righteousness; they saw its hour of
strength, when it leaped to its feet crying, "I am omnipotent;" its hour of
weakness, when it fell to the earth and grasped dust only; they saw what it