This is the power that has not yet endured, but will now carry it beyond the threshold – faith in Him Himself, as a miracle of miracles. He believes, but still cries.

When Jesus saw her weeping,

Martha-Mary – all the creature doomed to death – weeping,

He himself was grieved in spirit, and was angry;

And he said, Where have you laid him? They said to him, "Rabbi! Go and see.

Jesus began to weep.

Here is the boundary of two worlds: eternally feminine tears – eternally masculine anger. He cries like everyone else; Like no one else, he is indignant. Human tears – to the border, and beyond it – "indignation", "divine anger". In this feeling, all people are with Him – "sons of God", because death for all of them is unnatural, outrageous.

… And again indignant, he enters the tomb,

and said:

Roll away the stone.

This is already said there, beyond the threshold, in eternity. But still here is Martha-Mary, the mortal horror of all mortal creation:

God! he is already stinking, for he has been in the tomb for four days.

There has never been, and never will be, a more terrible word about death than this, spoken in the face of Life itself. Here, in all its irresistible, insolent force, is the law of mechanical causality, of logical identity: a + b + c = a + b + c; "If you come out of the dust, you will depart into the dust." It seems that you see how Power goes to Force, Enemy to Enemy, Life to Death; it seems that you hear how through the mouth of all creation Death says to Life itself: "His three days have passed, and this is what has happened to him; Thy three days shall pass, and what shall become of thee?"

Jesus said to her,