The next stage of existing takes place where you are sitting right now and it is up to you, or it is your fault, at least to an extent, if it’s the same shit but just a different day. It’s your fault if you get bored. It’s your fault if you can’t find anything to read. It’s your fault if you can’t sit quiet with yourself and burn the burning when it has to come. And it’s your fault when you can’t connect the dots, connect with people, and cannot stop spreading the evil of your intensions. You’ve plenty of truth smacking you, nudging you, nailing you to the crossroads. The time can only be now to decide and realize a truth higher than you is going to burn up your lies and false struggles since you’ve already claimed to ask for such a thing anyway. Those you call heroes will come with fire to your home if needed and you will see them horsemen and horsewomen of the apocalypse. Once it is finished you will be holding them close so tightly that your own fire will start up undeniably and be coded into operas cherished for hundreds of years.