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The Grim Reaper

O you dark haunted one, you who hold the end of this mortal flesh in your hand,
the tool of our reckoning, why do we fear you? But is it the death you bring that puts a chill in our bones,
or is it the meaning it holds? We truly fear what we've always have, we fear the unknown,
the black abyss where human knowledge spreads thin.

We mortals and death have a curious relationship, a puzzle to us both.
We run from the black hand at the limit of our perception,
we run until we can run no more, but yet we do not despair.
We have known since the beginning that the end is not far away, and yet we persist.
Why is it that we do not seek death, but choose to struggle in life?
Is it because we fear divine judgment, is it the fear of the eternal hellfire that keeps us going?
Or maybe it is hope that holds us anchored to the plain of mortality,
the promise that we will stand before the pearly white gates and worry no longer about mortal affairs,
after all “hope dies last” they say.
Like the great king of India Rajaraja Cholan who was a religious man and his religion was one of peace.
But his domain was not that of peaceful flower, but one of warmongering men,
and as a great king he was expected to fight and vanquish his enemies.
And so he did, but the blood of his enemies stained his hands, he could not help but notice.
He feared so much the judgment of the gods and believed
that they would reincarnate him into a lowly worm or something worse.
So he started building many great temples in the honor of the gods
in the hope that they would look pass his transgressions and grant him a reincarnation more suitable of a king.
Maybe Rajaraja knew something we don’t, for death is not the end, but only another journey.
But when the time to take this journey finally comes we must leave our thoughts behind,
and perhaps that is what we fear, the thought that we will never have another thought.
When we leave this place, when we abandon this mortal shell,
we become one with energy and that energy powers the machine of creation which in turn creates a new life,
so when we die we should leave behind who we are and become what we will be.

And so we change and with that change we change the world reflected in our eyes.
We live so that we may change and be changed,
so we try to live well hoping that we and the world both will change for the better.
But that change is not for us, but for our future selves,
the incarnates of our current existence.
The change is too slow for us to enjoy, so we should relate to our incarnates,
not in the way we relate to our selves, but in the way we relate to our friends and family,
the way we relate to our children.
Live well and change things for the better, because our future selves,
no mater worm or king, will appreciate a world where the grass is greener.

When the theatre of life ends and the curtains finally close to end the final act
remember that we are not immortal, and although death is,
remember that the beginning is immortal as well.
We are not this crude mater, we are more,
we are a step in the never-ending ladder that leads to that small piece of harmony we deserve.