Thursday, June 26, 2014

The lost descendants

An absent eternity, far away from consciousness and existence, interrupted only by the loneliness of insistent life.

Children walk through a sandstorm in Tillaberi region, Niger (Feb 2012)
© Jaspreet Kindra/IRIN

Sometimes, the dream: that intermittent death that frees us from our existence.

There is no cruelty in death. Every man and every woman aspires to eternity. Cruelty is life itself which awakens us from that eternal sleep and mercilessly reveals that we are not omnipotent nor omniscient. Cruelty discovered in the absence of divinity and the fight for survival.
Life is a fault of the eternal, an absurd parentheses in which negligible particles of the Universe collide and engulf each other.

I assume cruelty of life without hope. I observe it with compassion on the way to the eternal.

Given the absurdity of life there is no more rebellious attitude than that of being compassionate. Coming into the world is not an act of compassion, but of cruelty and neglect. We are the lost descendants of cruelty, our ephemeral rebellion is that of compassion.

Sometimes compassion: that dream of eternity that frees us from our existence while we are awakened.


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