Perhaps it's the wall that begs me to pay attention to its miraculous instructions.
While it's always possible to misinterpret, there hasn't been a rash of misgivings with which to indulge.
If, by chance, nothing's been forgiven, there's no reason to rush into a garden luxuriant in forgetfulness.
Maybe that's all that needs to be followed for what's been rendered has also been divided, with each division a tiny step on which to perch.