Boy listens, the song's ignorant prisoner; he listens but does not understand. The harijans sing of Desert's stories as if they were real. But the stories aren't real, are they? Boy stays among the palm trees and considers this until the sun stands high upon Oasis and the yellow land has turned salt-white, but cannot conceive an answer to the question.
A very poetical prologue and epilogue to the final Decalog, very slim as well.