In 1849, Ján Botto revived the legend of the cursed knights on the hill of Maginhrad (the song Báj Maginhradu, part two). Knights drink unrelenting blood from the chalice. Once the chalice is emptied, the cursed army pulls out into the field for new hope. The author's faith in the coming of the new age, when the people awoke to the awareness of their immortal power, was enormous.

After more than one hundred and fifty years, the chalice has not emptied; on the contrary, we have a pandemic of global proportions and with it an awareness of the global lability of human existence.

A scene from the movie Don't Look Up came to my mind, where friends sit in a circle around a table and hold hands. One of them prays for all, expecting certain death. However, the friendship that unites them is immortal. E. M. Forster once said, "It never happened to me that I had to choose between betraying a friend and betraying my country, but if that ever happens to me, I hope I have the courage to betray the country."

The goblet goes in a circle, from palm to palm, everyone drinks as much as they can, but blood is still rising. Only God knows when the chalice will be drunk.

If you want to know what God thinks about those He will give, just look at the end of the film.