Nothing is as you imagine it to be.
When the last veil,
which protected you as an angel of mysteries, falls,
you will remain naked, a nobody.
And everyone who still exists, will discard you.
Through such doors of yours, Jesus is entering
and you through the doors of his,
even though you think you are lost.
And while the world of nobody is silently and invisibly arising,
every someone will stay outside,
a threatening nobody to each other,
because from there nothing will come back anymore,
only the ice and the cold of the distant universe will remain.
And how will you plant the flowers,
if you are only frost and how will you water them, if you are only ice?