Then Gud went on alone to find the cause of the wailing. When he found it, behold, it was a soul in pain, and Gud said: "What can I do to stop your wailing?"
The tormented soul replied: "Oh, comrade, I wail because of the memory of injustice and inequality."
"Then your case is simple. I do not know what these things were, the memory of which distresses you, but I have a tube of oblivion here that I can assure you will destroy any memory."
At this the soul shrank from Gud and wailed the louder. "But, I do not want to forget, for that would be unfaithful to the cause."
"Then, what do you want?" asked Gud impatiently.
"I want to see the revolution come."
"What is that?" asked Gud, his curiosity now thoroughly aroused.
"The revolution," said the soul, "would make a world where all are equal, and perfect justice reigns."
"I never heard of a world like that, but I think I can make one. If I do so, will that stop your wailing?"
"Alas, it cannot be, for the world of equality must be made by the workers themselves."