Upon which they cast the keys up on high, to heaven. Forthwith a hand appears from heaven and it catches the keys. Since when the keys have been in heaven. The priests disappear into the fire; those that had led people into the temple and instructed them, those who, because of their restlessness had been destined to preserve the house of God on earth; the watchmen who kept watch at night to see how far it was into the night, are in that place no longer.
A world comes crashing down. A new world is born. A new world in which the former is a mere memory, pre-mondial memory. It lives in the new world as an unconscious feeling not to be logically motivated, it lives as cognition, lost in darkness profound.