Death the feared cousin of the miserably desirable life. For too long have we fantasized about the gates of heaven, the sound of the ringing bells and angels who show us devouring sympathy coupled with their near-perfect bodily compositions. Oh! poor us, We who have daydreamed about the mystical land above the blue horizon that separates the realm of the mortals from the realm of the immortals. The ignorant and naive apes who have subscribed to the facade of a utopia with no entry cost of responsibilities. We have done everything in our power to mimic the overworld. Aren’t the monotonous hymns and chants attempts to mimic harmony and uniformity, to mimic peace; and even if it is for a moment to make you feel the order in the midst of chaos, to make you believe. Haven’t we so cruelly imposed the imaginary traits of our dream world characters on ordinary people of this world and called it beauty. The blindness caused by the constant search for such godly symmetry that we have failed to recognize the necessity of ugliness, of Asymmetry. This is why starving are the eyes of the masses for they fall prey to the phony tricks set up by men who died laughing centuries ago not realizing they were the punchline to the dark humor they were ignorantly plotting.
Disgusted should we be of these preachers of the masses, The masterful magicians who will play a trick to catch your attention and while you follow their eyes to not be fooled once more. That is when they slide a card of ideology in your pocket that you won’t find unless you look for it. For we are the sheep who feel safer jumping in the hell hole together than walking on a road alone, a road that might lead somewhere.Possibly, somewhere better. This in itself is enough reason to embark on a journey to the forest that seems the darkest to us. But I am not reckless enough to blame the sheep for they have witnessed the fate of the dogs. The dogs who don't sit and jump on the command of the higher one are killed with no remorse. All it takes is a fluent slash of the blade dipped in holy water to serve justice to the labeled sinners. Not only that, it as well relieves the murderer of his pity for the one who has received the wrath of his holiness. Not even for a moment believe those words of purity that say the sinners had to be slain for the greater good. For that is the mask they put on their malevolent craving for revenge, on their lust for blood.
A lot has been said already about the sisters, About how the younger one 'life' is desired not for the coldness it provides to the feet of the soul which has been walking ceaselessly on melting golden sand of the desert of virtues. Where one wrong step may mean being sunken into a quicksand of conforming psychopathy for the rest of your existence. Once entered all you can hope for is a slow march towards the insanity that awaits YOU! Rather 'life' is desired because the masses are scared of the mirror-like eyes of the older cousin 'death' and her ability to ruthlessly project one's truest self to them with just a grim stare. A glimpse, at the weak imprisoned self which has been caged in since the beginning of one's social development. This is enough to relieve the sense out of the monkeys who proudly call themselves rational first, beings second.
They hug 'life' and hold onto her using all might in their tiny arms which have evolved not to slay mammoths with a swing but instead to swing on lengthy branches and vines. They look away when the older cousin approaches them and they crouch perfectly as her endless dark arms come close to wrap around them. But she takes no offense to that, rather she smiles graciously knowing that they will inevitably come to hug her once they are too tired of trying to escape from her motherly grip. Her intentions to release these poor souls from their sufferings and to save them, that keeps her motivated in the dire struggle. She wants them to follow her back to the origin, Where it all began. The realm of the intangible; the realm where the guardians of the sisters sit in peace waiting for both to return back to them.
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Now this is what is called a masterpiece!!!!