You know, noble one [Ha], that you can’t touch us.
We are not frightened, you darkest apparition.
And because you know that, you come without claims, without will, without power, only with a request. It burns you somewhat.
Shall I tell you what?
The grain of gold, that fell into your eye.
That’s why you want night, so that one doesn’t see it.
Yes, old liar and deceiver, squirm as much as you like.
Your threat is powerless.
You ask if one could mercifully release you from the gold grain.
Would you say that that is the truth? ~Jung’s Soul, The Black Books, Vol. VII, Page 149