“The upper layer of soil was burning illuminating the path of the hermit monks, the flame did not burn them, but only gently stroked the calluses on feet. In the distance they saw a tree, towering above the thought of life extraterrestrial, it was black as coal, but inside there was light, the monks felt it. Surrounding the tree on all sides they began to beat it with their paltry scrawny hands, but nothing changed until one of them took a knife from under his robe and stuck it into the bark. The bark was instantly covered in cracks with light seeping out. Another second and a blinding explosion: putting out the fire underfoot, ripping off the cowl, purifying the world of dark thoughts. All the monks disappeared, except one, he was standing before the tree and laughing lifted up his head. Then he stopped, and a moment later he shouted: «I’ve given a new life! I’ve brought them the light!» Thus somewhere was born a new Devil, called himself a God…”