Death is Invincible.

We are like the trees and vegetation that blossoms and then becomes barren Reminiscent of the brittle quality of dry leaves and the tautness of stretched hide of cadavers. Like a young girl that buds and flowers into a voluptuous woman, with a body like some ancient goddesses.

Youth, love and beauty are often short lived and ephemeral, they will last as long as they can and slowly wilt and crumble back to earth. We are not built to last forever, there exists only the present instant ….a “now”, which always has an end and becomes the past.

When we use the now, that moment has no end or beginning. Though we exist in time we belong to eternity. As a skeptic I often wonder about those frequently used and misused words of religion, retribution, redemption and damnation which tries to deny free will to the world – where everything from the death of a sparrow to the birth of a galaxy is supposed to be governed by a divine destiny.

Life is complicated as we remember the anguish of first love, cracks in our marriage, loss of old friends/kith and the idiosyncrasies of our parents, all of which reverberate like undulations of our wrinkled skins.

We serve our purposes, delight in our lives and see the beauty of the universe through our interactions and then crumble back into the past. It is similar to the ancient Vedic fire altars – carefully built for ritual worship and later dismantled when the event is over.

Like the structure of the cosmos, connecting the vibrant life to the shadow of death. At the moment of precious insight called the evolutionary impulse, we are swept over by a strange sense if inner peace – the parting pain ~ a glimpse into an afterlife. –Vinay-