If I’d have given in and talked like this,I would have betrayed your dear children.Still, when I tried to figure it out,all I got was a splitting headache . . .Until I entered the sanctuary of God.Then I saw the whole picture:The slippery road you’ve put them on,with a final crash in a ditch of delusions.In the blink of an eye, disaster!A blind curve in the dark, and—nightmare!We wake up and rub our eyes. . . . Nothing.There’s nothing to them. And there never was.