Something very terrible. For it is all futile. Time, the avenger of everything, comes and nothing left. Everything is rushing towards that one goal, destruction. Our knowledge, our arts, our sciences, everything is rushing towards it.
None can stem the tide, none can hold it back for a minute.
We may try to forget it, in the same way that persons in a plague-stricken city try to create oblivion by drinking, dancing, and other vain attempts and so becoming paralyzed. So we are trying to forget, trying to create oblivion by all sorts of sense-pleasures. And this is Maya. Two ways have been proposed. Make hay while the sun shines,' as the proverb says.