Welcome! There is so much to unlearn and so little time.
There is no time to be shy, no time to be still, no time to be hesitant, no time. No time to be quiet, no time to be sulking, angry or in search of atonement. No more time to turn your karma around. It's the end.
There is no more time for redemption, for enlightenment, for making amends. Nothing else will be restored, throw away anything that's half-done.
The doors are closing, the last columns being devoured by the fire. The ceiling is going to fall any minute now. No more satisfaction — only reparation, and it's to be done outside. No more walls and fences. It's just the open sky now, the one you avoided in fear of remembering infinite space.
This apocalyptic writing is nothing. You believed for a while you knew what sins there were, and of which you were guilty. Much greater is the judgment that awaits us!
All poetry and prose will be dust tomorrow.
It's so much harder and unwieldy to debate, plan and prepare than it is to execute. And yet, even encircled by fire from all sides, we debate numbers and straight lines. Better get to it!