Madman e-bog

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. IN the ancient days, when the first quiver of speech came to my lips, I ascended the holy mountain and spoke unto God, say ing, Master, I am thy slave. Thy hid den will is my law and I shall Obey thee for ever more. But God made no answer, and like a mighty tempest passed away. And after a thousand years I ascended the holy mountain and again spoke unto God, saying, Creator, I am thy creation. Out of clay hast thou fashioned me and to thee I owe mine all. And God made no answer, but like a thousand swift wings passed away.