Look, Nagash the snake has hatched all her eggs and milked and emaciated the white Western cow now lies dying. There is also no good wine anywhere because the vine is wildly pruned over and over. The last dry fig tree desperately tries to bud and bloom. But with no growth anywhere anymore, the last holy ones (set-apart ones) now also becomes tired of struggling.

So, why would Truth weary herself with the lie any longer and why would the Light still want to struggle with the darkness. Yes, why would God’s rescue boat still want to row to the world-drowning-man, while His Mercy detest the works of the world so much and why would Love still weary herself with the hate any longer.

So, let the storm wind cry and howl and let the Big Gardener stop the dry fig tree in its useless growth. Look, for the wrong reasons the Caucasian white cow now lies milked and wasted, now dying, and therefore only the pure graft is now pruned from the vine, for God’s kingdom.