I shall tell you a great secret my friend. Do not wait for the last judgement, it takes place every day.

The line reframes the religious idea of a single, final “Last Judgment” into an existential and ethical claim: judgment is not deferred to an afterlife but occurs continually in ordinary time. Read in a Camusian key, it suggests that meaning and moral reckoning arise from daily choices and the ongoing evaluation of one’s actions by oneself and others. It also undercuts consoling eschatology—there is no ultimate tribunal that will set everything right later—so responsibility cannot be postponed. The “secret” is thus a call to lucidity and immediacy: live as though each day carries its own verdict, because it effectively does.