The way to heaven is through hell, but lovers do not notice the clock, and, therefore, suffering too. A hell of a lot of sticky pleasure. All who are not in love will perish in them, succumbing to the temptations of vices.
What is Vice? A breath of freedom? A walk in the prison courtyard? Vice seems virtuous. The man himself put on the chains, and a good Vice periodically allows them to be removed. The secret is that the devil is a liar, at first he deceived you by saying that you were in chains, he made you suffer. And now he's drugging you, drinking in your love like a vampire, draining you of time and energy.
The last mile is a fly trap, something that sifts the grain from the chaff. If you have love in you, you will not be afraid of fear and hardships. Lovers do not notice the clock, and the last mile will be for you as an explosion and one moment. If there is no love in you, then you will be overcome by fear. Fear slows down time and turns the last mile into an infernal infinity. In the end, you will leave the race, not having endured such torment.
Faith is movement, and the devil is a symbol of falsehood, which tempts with sweet illusions or frightens with fears, hindering movement. By distracting a man from his work, the devil undermines his faith. Instead of doing business (that is, believing), a person is given to sweet dreams, illusions, and conversations with himself.
The purpose of the devil's temptations is to deprive you of your faith... that is, to restrict your movements. The devil undermines your faith with doubts. The devil tempts you with pleasure and rest... " Why should you go anywhere? - says the devil... - lie down, rest, and let it make itself. I'll give you everything, just wait."
An arbor for the rest of weary travelers may well be a trap, tempting you to go astray, indulging in idleness and sleep. They say that sleep in this gazebo is so sweet that few people manage to Wake up.