To the level that is called life,
The one resurrecting in solitude crosses again
Alone with the unknown —
Such is nature’s condition.

From a cell,
From a grain,
From an egg,
From a water-sack,
And now — from a human body
The Game invites you to a NEW stage.

Those around you sympathize,
They pity and they weep,
Though Faith is available to everyone,
That in a new world they will see you —
Not in a hell of suffering, but in God’s comfort.