Much suffering there was on Earth,
and God and Satan blamed each other ---
"To the dark you allure: there they see nothing but the dread."
"And by your guidance they find brightness,
a Virtue so vicious that leads to blindness.
What say you, the Namer of the Noble,
break yourself into shards of Saint,
showing them a way nobler
with a variety that can only be done by many?"
God, taking the advice, thus split his Power to gain the range.
But the range was too huge that it reinforced the impotence of Memory,
whose progeny now ponders over the mystery
of bed and death.