Indeterminacy 29

An old rabbi in Poland
or some place thereabouts
was walking in a
thunderstorm from one
village to another.
His health
was poor.
He was blind,
covered with
sores.
All the afflictions of Job
were his.
Stumbling over something
he fell in the mud.

Pulling himself up with
difficulty, he
raised his hands
towards heaven and cried
out, “Praise
God!
The Devil is on
Earth and doing
his work beautifully!”

- John Cage