“Forty more days and Nineveh will be overthrown.”
40 days is like the period of time until death. The thing you know is coming. There is the you that is listening, and the you that isn’t. The you that is listening is the only one who can hear. The great, massive city—impossible to cross—is you. Jerusalem. The old city. The city of God became the city of you. The city God made became the city man made, the city you made. You have thrown your life as far as you could, and even in it’s scale, impossibly distant from you in every direction, it wasn’t enough. You have pushed the limits, you have reached them, and now they are stretched to the breaking point. Walls you can no longer see and never examined are breached. Something can and will throw further than you. The truth walks through, alone, proclaiming this single, small message.
It is this inability to walk to limits and survey the limitless, which paralyzes and imprisons the soul. Because the city of your soul can arrogantly claim in it's near-sightedness, “I am all there is.”
When just outside the city is God. It is this great city which rises before the eyes of God, blocking him from view.