The Sin of Knowledge of the Twenty-First Century

Even now, he was unable to express anger. If only he had called her a whore, he thought afterward, everything would have been different. The sky began to fall. The bird was no longer at the window. And he could no longer see clearly. He felt like honking, but to whom, she couldn't care less about his situation. There were no straight lines for the eyes, and it was simply dangerous to drive like this. He wanted to brake violently and have someone crash into him from behind. There's no other use for this site!

If the Left is a traitor - then the Right is betrayed (Source)

He smelled the betrayal. The strange garment on the wall. The new, embarrassed smile. The toilet seat, why was it up? A bird flew by the window, like a woman he thought, and turned off the transistor radio, surely to hide the noise. She approached him, and he backed away, but behind him was the wall. He asked: Who was it? I want to know everything, you owe me the truth about my life. - You're cute. - I saw the site on your computer. You can't act as if it didn't happen! She laughed her rolling laugh, as if he had told the funniest joke in the world. And he started to cry. Even now, he was unable to express anger. If only he had called her a whore, he thought afterward, everything would have been different.

The sky began to fall. The bird was no longer at the window. And he could no longer see clearly. He felt like honking, but to whom, she couldn't care less about his situation. There were no straight lines for the eyes, and it was simply dangerous to drive like this. He wanted to brake violently and have someone crash into him from behind. There's no other use for this site! The sword of knowledge - that who you thought you knew best is not who you thought - began to make him doubt the original story of the serpent, while the sky was approaching, and there was nowhere to escape, even inside an atomic shelter there is sky.

The road was open but where to drive, he didn't even have one to seek shelter with, one. And then he remembered her. He thought about the things he left there. The ancient books, what good would they do him now, everything could be checked directly in the sky. So that's how time works, it turns out. It's not that everything has a replacement, but that things become no longer relevant. All sorts of prophecies that got stuck in the heavens and didn't come down began to foretell things he would have died to know before they happened.

Prophecies about the destruction of the Second Temple began to fall, followed by the failure of the Bar Kokhba revolt, the fall of the Roman Empire, everything that hadn't reached the land since prophecy had stopped. The ancient prophecies were already close, while the new prophecies were still at the beginning of the road, which approached him like the end of the road. He didn't even check all this time despite her not hiding it, like a fool, she doesn't know how to erase traces, and didn't delete the history. Many things are better not to know, and yet after you know them it's clear to you that it's better to know. It's irreversible. It was possible to prevent the disasters, the history.

It turns out there were countless prophecies, that came down, that begged, only there were no prophets. God cried, warned, did everything to prevent history, he didn't just sit there and do nothing, he spoke, threatened and sometimes even screamed, but no one picked up the messages, whole scrolls that got stuck in the sky in all kinds of narrow channels that were blocked, or broadcast on frequencies that no one picked up. Entire religions that got stuck in all kinds of pipes not wide enough, books that clogged axes, and doctrines that began to pile up one after another.

God is a prolific writer, it turns out, and he has something to say about every historical development, it's not that he had writer's block. Countless warnings about the Crusades, about pogroms, about persecutions. Short notes that could have saved lives got stuck there like in the Western Wall. The many books that God wrote after the Bible - he never stopped writing, it turns out, no less than humans - fell from all sides of the road and almost buried him, creating mountains of paper and parchment. The city behind him disappeared, whether in a power outage in darkness, or in burial. And in the end, how did he not think of this, they began to fall like massive rocks from the sky - the prophecies about the Holocaust.