I was the accuser, God the accused. My eyes had opened and I was alone, terribly alone in a world without God, without man. Without love or mercy. I was nothing but ashes now, but I felt myself to be stronger than this Almighty to whom my life had been bound for so long. In the midst of the assembly, I found myself asking: ‘Blessed be God’s name? Why, but why would I bless Him? Every fiber in me rebelled.