An Invitation to Visit

What's the point of all these arguments over the past? What's the point of all this stiff, formal shouting? I'll start from today — tomorrow will be better, where the sun of the past will leave behind its glimmers. And I won't complain — everything really was wonderful. I'll gladly show you the door: ignorance, pride, arrogance, conceit. From today on, I don't believe in you anymore! I'll seal you in a bottle and cast you into the blue sea, where ships go down into its depths. Let the depths of grief drown there in the sea, let me grow old, my face lined with wrinkles. I'll light a bonfire on the roof of the World. I'll burn the fear of failure and the scum of anger. I'll scatter the ashes from the height of the Pamirs. I'll hear the Universe's invitation to come visit.