Balanced ever between light and dark,
between fire and ice, between death and life,
he watches our fall. As we tumble into perdition,
when we topple from righteousness into infamy,
he sees our missteps and judges us.
He has been there since the first day.
He will be there when the last pitiful candle burns out on our world.
Such is his path, his penance, his suffering. Zeroim.