desire I run from you, but Vitra, you are hunger in my belly; I starve you and you grow But I am, too, Indra. I am Christ's sword and solar lightning; so thunder if you will, for I am your thunder and multitude. Do you live in the separate place, between earth and heaven?; then heaven in me, and hell too, and lose this mind of mine to divinity I've done away with this self: away with you!