The sky is blue this moment, and the next it is crimson red. A luminous battle between the clouds and the darkening sun is just about to begin. Heavens are thundering and lands are prepared to be wounded again by the razor drops. The bleeding sky is being torn apart by unceasing onslaughts of light. The mystified laws which have intrigued us for ages, are being written still. It is the play we just can't understand. What was giving us life a moment ago, is now gasping for final breaths. Nothing is absolute. Nothing is constant. Everything changes. And the change which once brought us into existence, today demands our end.
The violent streaks in the sky give away the secret. They were here for a while but are silently fading, only to return again. This is the cycle which moves everything in the creation. Nobody understands the magic, and nobody cares. Everybody is just too worried about the raging war which will consume last left bits of their lives. There is a vehement battle going up there now, but the previous moment, heavens were in silence. There was peace. The little chattering of the beautiful nature was as serene as the god itself. It was a moment of astral contentment of completeness, where you would float in stillness of deep blue oceans, staring at the stars, and there was nothing that could give you more happiness, nothing could take away what you had.
Yet when the death is near, there is one man who is as contended and as happy. He understands the secret. He understands that death is as essential as the life he cherished, that he is far too big to be broken by it. And it's not the matter of this one death, many more will come. But he understands something that others don't. He is detached from the cycle of life and death, he accepts who he is and that is all he cares about. He is free like the winds, like unvanquished spirits. There is honesty and courage on which an immaculate character stands. There is true love that charges every cell of his body. In his very core he is made up of love. There is nothing that he resists, nothing that he is attached to and nothing that he judges. Life and death bow before him, because he is bigger than both. He is everlasting happiness, everlasting freedom.
The streaks in the sky will fade. The battle up there is all but overture to the peace that is about to follow. A new cycle of life and death is about to begin. He is not here now, but he soon will be.
Nobody understands and nobody cares; but he is the immortal soul of creation, the law of the universe, and the reason why everything is.
