He was blanketed by darkness unseen. A wrongness one could only sense, and once identified changed forever. Friends didn't understand. Family didn't understand. Most just wanted to move on... so they ridiculed him.
But he was one who wrote the Words of the old way on his heart stone. One who told them the Truth, once he began to learn the right words.
That He stores up sound wisdom for the upright. He is a shield for those who walk uprightly. He guards the paths of justice and preserves the way of his saints. Only then can one understand righteousness and justice, equity, and every good path.
Predictably, not all did. And it broke them as a people. But he guessed that was how desolations worked. Prison would bring out the wretch again, if he let it.
The word would remain.
Coming soon: Part III: To wake a sleeping giant