Here’s To Life!
Just to be sure that he’s listening, I’d text him a message and send it off before falling asleep. We rarely spoke when he was around – him being the ascetic but kind-hearted soul, and me being the firefly blitzzing about without a care in the world – not that neither of us did not cared, we do.
But we rarely talked.
When we meet our eyes would too, and a flood of information is exchanged. Souls ’speak’ in that fashion – we need not have to open the bloody gates in the lower heavens to know about the chatterings of the birds, and the concerns of the monkeys. Not like as if everyone’s trouble should be mine, and I rarely pout – but the idea of having to listen thoroughly to someone’s lamentations can run a pot of coffee a bit mild.
What ever happened to the idea of free-will and the caring for Liberté on the Altars of Life?
I’d call him the ice-picker really. He’d only have to open the doors and there, the warm gush from the funny farm would rend the minutest of creatures wild. The ice-picker would faithfully pick and claw, like ravens do in search of food, but he wasn’t thinking of himself nor his belly – he was always serving others. He was freeing them from their intemperance, their pain, their sleep.
Freedom is not about financial gains, or transcient success. It is Life itself.
He served them well, moulding each and everyone as if they were gold ingots awaiting to be dunk into the bellies of hell buffing, refining and with grace to become nobilities in the end – he was indeed a man troubled with other’s lamentations but he could have slammed the bloody brakes in time to save himself from life’s share of insanities, and those complaints live and become animated zombies – living in a cold world can be like that – solitude however is something else.
There are times when I have wished that duct-tapes were designed solely for shutting the world silence!
Imagine having to live in a world where trivialness is considered deeds of a lifetime – and listening to it day in and day out from a heart full of common piddlings can be cause for an early death, retirement or even suicide. I can only imagine why the slamming of Heavens’ door would cause a wave of tsunamis and the crackling of the earth for the earth humble as it is is covered with a disease, one of which is the ingrate forever wanting this and that all for himself as if the idea of immortality would cause his fortune to be secured for eternal pleasures in the thereafter. In Heaven’s Name, promises made and not honoured calls for eternal damnation – or aren’t they ascertain of the fact already?
La liberté ne peut être que toute la liberté ; un morceau de liberté n’est pas la liberté ~ Max Stirner
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