Encounter with yet another random particle of dust

[mango_man]

Encounter with yet another random particle of dust.

 

 

 ...and he said, "This cant be. U cant look like this. I thought there would be something deeper about your appearance. I thought your voice would define tranquility and be satisfying, subtle...and...and...calm. But you, you are no special than me. You were supposed to be the epitome of philosophy and the road to eternity...but there you are, continuing to exist, capable of nothing, like any random particle of dust, like me..".  His hands were shivering, while he said those words to me, Oh! those mighty hands of his,with rugged knuckles, unpolished nails and bruised elbows, which were crying out loud of the pain that they endured and held on to and carried along with them all through this time, for his unfortunate soul. His precipitation levels were gradualy accelerating as he spoke out his mind to me, throughout the time when he was exposed to my proximity after his long struggle to find me, all this time . I could smell hate and despair in his words which seemed to have come out of his utter frustration; courtsey, the anti-climax, which was the 'nature' of my existence, as it got revealed to him.

 

...and he said, "Yes, you are just another particle of dust of bones indeed. I can see you now. But what matters most is that you see me now, yes, just now when i can stare in your eyes, with mine, and you stare back. This is my moment..."         

 

His words carried weight. A weight that was piled up through thousands of years of search and failure and then a search again follwed by many more failures, to find me. He had given his life many times before, expecting I would appreciate and symphatize with his suffering and show him a glance of my existence in return of his sacrifice, but he was so wrong to judge me so easy. He took life, disrupted peace, threathed his own being and survival, only to make me come for a rescue of his soul. But he failed to succeed as i never revealed myself to him, beacuse i knew the limits of pain that he would and 'could' endure in order to quench his curiosity to know me.      

 

 ...and he continued, "..this is the time of my life. I want to question you. Question your rules, your intelligence, your understanding, your sight, your judgement, your restoration style, your anger, your love. And you cant deny to answer my questions now, because you know, i know, that i have earned it. I have reached you, i have reached the destination you wanted me to find after you left me all alone stranded on that land, dazed and confused, as a child in between an ocean of darkness. You have to answer me today.."       

 

I loved him. I loved him then when i left him alone on that stranded piece of land, and I love him no lesser now that he has found me. Though, my love is no good to cure the pain that this child carries with him all the way to me, but still i can relief him to a certain extent by finally letting him know what he wanted to know all this time. Who am i? I am god. He is my creation, an animal, Human.        

 

...and he spoke more out of his anguish,he said "'God'. They call you 'god' at my home. They worship your strengths and neglect your weaknesses just to have an ideal source of inspiration, an inspiration which would inspire them to overcome their fears and insecurities, inspire them to long for goodness in them, and most of all, inspire them to live a life with a 'belief' in something. But they do not know, you are nothing more than a mass of flesh with a cynical mind who is nothing more than i prick, teasing all of 'life' which he abandoned thousands of years ago, all alone. I believed in god, i worshiped u, but not now, oh! not now...you are no special than me, you are no greater than me..i see it.."       

 

I know what he saw. He saw me, his god. And i know he wasnt satisfied with what he saw. Since the day i left him alone all on his own on that land, he has been longing to find me, find me through science, philosophy, poetry, meditation and various other means which didnt quite succeed in winning even a single glimpse of my existence for him. He leaves behind a whole life which he lived in a notion that there exists something greater than nature for him, and that he would see this entity someday of his life, which never happened. Only for his utter dissapointment, he sees me now when he's dead. Yes, only death would have lead him to me all this time. Only death shall be his road to find me as his death would be the only event that could free him from the matrix i put him in, which is life.        

 

and he continued, "...i see your face. you have a skin similar to an animal or a plant, so you are diminishible. you will wear off soon. oh! mighty supreme entity called 'god'... i see your eyes now, those tired eyes filled with experience and guilt, and i know they have seen great things, horrible, but great. you owe me my 'moksha' now, you owe me my freedom now that i have gone through your matrix called life. free me now of this curiousity and misery. let me rest in peace. i have seen your face now, i will tell every one that how negligible your existence is if you dont free me of this matrix. Yes god, I see you, you are me."

 

 He knew who i was now. He knew i lived in him, as him, all this time when he was scaling mountains, counting planets, sending space shuttles, loving, caring, praying. I am him, and i am every other living thing that i created. its only me all over everywhere your eyes go, and dont. this is matrix.        

 

Living things die, and they come here, only to realise that how stupid they were all this time searching for god in stones and places, and not in, themselves. He will not be granted 'moksha', he shall not get free of this matrix, unless he finds god, unless he finds himself and accepts it. i am god. this was my encounter with yet another random particle of dust.

 

So who's Next? ....and he says....."this cant be..." :l   

 

NOT THE END.

 

By, Aman.                                                                           

[AngerSmash]

[Karooo]

Very nice dude !

[Sumanth_Champion]

 

A picture is better than 100 words

[mango_man]

^^^

 

@karoo

 

thanks so much

[Grimmjow]

bit too flowery for me yah but gj for the effort

[mango_man]

hmm.. appreciate da feedback.. but 'flowery' as in?

[megzworld]

I liked it. Nice.