Truth is, I have no current master, no god, nor future lineage.
I still have many idols that I look up too, but in the end they are all hallow.
They will in time, inevitably pass on.
Anything I aspire to would be to fulfill my role. But it seems that in life, our only role is to die.
Whether that death leads to anything, is up to us.

What happens when time is up?
How do we accept it?

Jo would accept it by looking towards his own god. Taking it's vision as his own:
"There is two paths, the path of pharaoh who hardens his heart to god and is lost, or the path of Moses who's heart is softened and saved."

However, there could only ever be two paths in religions where a god decides right or wrong. In reality, at least while one still lives, there is not two paths. There cannot be. At the end though, the path whether right or wrong becomes clear.

I already chose to have a softened heart, but while remaining godless.
Godless, not by choice. 
The god I saw in the beyond is no more, and I have no reason to replace something still dear to me with another.