We can change
We can scrape the vellum
But the shadows of what was written cannot be erased
Banished with a wish
Still
Embrace the shadows as such that make up our whole when the moments are tallied
And the game comes to an end. The true sum will come forth and burst into
posthumous bloom. 'When the evening of this life comes, we shall be judged on Love'.
St. John of the Cross