:30:01
has melted his reason
into madness.
:30:05
He cannot cool the burning kiss
of thirst upon his lips
:30:11
nor shade the scorching
fury of the sun.
:30:17
All about is desolation.
:30:21
He can neither bless
nor curse
:30:24
the power that moves him,
:30:26
for he does not know
from where it comes.
:30:32
Learning that it can be
more terrible
:30:36
to live than to die,
:30:39
he is driven onward
:30:40
through the burning
crucible of desert,
:30:44
where holy men and prophets
:30:46
are cleansed and purged
for god's great purpose,
:30:52
until at last,
:30:54
at the end
of human strength,
:30:57
beaten into the dust
from which he came,
:31:01
the metal is ready
for the maker's hand.
:31:25
And he found strength
:31:27
from a fruit-laden
palm tree...
:31:31
and life-giving water
:31:33
flowing from
the well of Midian.
:31:49
If only sheep were men.
:31:51
Unmarried men.
:31:52
Can you think
of nothing else?
:31:53
I don't know.
I've never tried.
:31:55
I wish sheep
could water themselves.
:31:57
You needn't have
painted your nails, Lulua.
:31:59
There isn't a man
from here to Horam.