He died For our purposes, he went to Heaven How nice I warn you, one day you will grow weary Like any good caution which leaves itself to occur some other day, he continued on. What'd happen would happen. He needn't worry Time passed. Any description of this time would wreck the balance of ambiguity which is in store for you He was bored So he confessed: I have grown weary I told you you would For our purposes, he has the advantage compared to most of being in the presence of said God So he asked: Was it fate? No. Only inevitable God was bored He'd told himself in the past "One day, you will grow weary"