Lo, that day cometh to which weeps are torn, but nobody Hearken unto them.
That day when smell detects danger, but danger is not.
That day when sight is seeing, but seeing that which has not been seen.
That day when a dream dreameth no longer.
And thou saith; What can restore my sight, that I may see?
And what may restore my dreams and smell, that I may indulge?
Indeed, have thou not heard what I have said? Then indeed, you are already deaf.
For a day cometh when man is not, and when death is.
But the inevitable is not departed from current existence, for it is to cometh in time.
I say again, that thou may receive treatment for thy deafness and blindness:
Knoweth that man doth not liveth as be, but be shall not be.
This is the truth, that when man cries he is not crying a droplet of tear, but an ocean of tears to which each drop has been contributed by the weeps of humanity.
And they may not knoweth that which being doth, and they indulge In That which they knoweth not.
Because it was said by the prophet of man: Know this! You cannot run from the truth forever, it will come upon you like a ton of bricks... You will know, on the last day and on that ill week of perish, that you knoweth not the truth although it is in front of you. Indeed, did you not listen to that which I said previously? That I am here to make the blind see, and indeed they will see!
So as death doeth, man may follow and knoweth not directions nor destination.
And he that closeth that which perceive, doth not knoweth that which is to be known.