Ole took out his manuscript.
"It is something out of the ordinary," he said. "Ojen calls it
'Memories.'"
"Let me read it," said Norem quickly. "I am, at any rate, supposed to know a little about reading."
Ole handed him the manuscript.
"Jehovah is very busy—" began Norem. "Ojen has expressly stated in a marginal note that it is not to be Jahve; now you know it!"
Jehovah is very busy; Jehovah has much to attend to. He was with me one night when I wandered in the forest; He descended to me while I lay on my face in prayer.
I lay there praying in the night, and the forest was silent.
The night oppressed me like an unbending, disjointed absurdity, and the night was like a silence in which something breathing and mute was abroad.
Then Jehovah descended to me.
When Jehovah came the air rushed away from Him like a wake; birds were blown away like chaff, and I clung to the sod and the trees and the rocks.