So I did. It beckoned me.
Seems like we all came to the end of the river. And all the hanging corpses and decapitated heads were of no shock value. They did not even register. Even the water buffalo which was hacked into severed pieces, its eyes lolly-gagging at the sea of humanity before it rang short and little.
The cruelty and insanity of life (made cruel by Roles and Egos) was incomparably scarier than whatever Death could bring. We dehumanize and treat each other to such an extent that even death is a welcome embrace.
How many of us would be content enough to face death, lord over and deprive death, teach death, talk to death, befriend death and then allow death to do its job?
How many of us would be content enough with the meaning of our lives to do all that?
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