There are solitary figures in busy neighborhoods. Watchmen on the walls and in the towers. You can find them in a childs prayers. You can hear them in songs of joy. Yet, though you see them, you take no time to absorb. Like spoiled children. Or, lazy men and women. And call crazy the solitary figure crying out, 'repent'! For it seems too simple. An odd thing for men to do. The truth tellers have no monetary gain. Life is short, yet they take the time, borrowed from HaShem. gifted. To cry again, 'Repent'!