O God, hear me! Not once in my life have I ever spoken to you, but today I feel the urge to make you an act of worship. You know that even from my infancy they always told me that you didn’t exist … I, stupid, believed them. I had never marveled at your great works. But tonight I looked up from out of a shell hole at the heaven of stars above me! And fascinated by their brilliant magnificence, all at once I understood how terrible the deception.

I don’t know, O God, if you will give me your hand. But I say this to you, and you understand.