In the fourth year of the Blessed Bending, a vision appeared
to me, Daniel, after all the others I’d had before. I gazed at the vision and
this is what I observed: a loud mouthed he-goat from the west encroaching over
the surface of the whole world, but never touching the ground of reality,
butting heads with all he encountered. No animal could stand up to him; nothing
could escape his ego. He did as he pleased and became strong. On its head it
wore a wild mane, as untamable as himself. He charged at the other goats
arrayed against him and, one by one, trampled them underfoot and broke their horns.
And there was no one to rescue them.
I heard a holy one speaking and another holy one say to the speaker: “How long is this vision to be, of perpetual bullying and of obnoxious bombast? How long? O God, how long?
I heard a holy one speaking and another holy one say to the speaker: “How long is this vision to be, of perpetual bullying and of obnoxious bombast? How long? O God, how long?
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