Where is Thou, Light?

I sit at the edge of the garden, and I wonder. I wonder at the breeze, playing softly with my hair. I wonder, at the flowers, of different hues and shapes, that smile at me. I wonder at the weeds which are growing, that seem to have taken root, which threaten the flowers I adore. I wonder at the palm in the middle of the garden, that seems to symbolize my life, this life. I wonder at the lamp-posts, whose strategic setting is meant to improve upon the aesthetic beauty of this garden at night. And finally, I wonder, at the stars that are supposed to be doing this job.

And then it strikes me. There are no stars. And there is no life. These flowers, this garden; do not exist. They represent a place which once was. A place of beauty, a place of joy, a place of freedom. A place where love lived.

Without constant nourishment, the plant dies. The baby wails. The earth cries. The moon hides. Human beings have the pity of all nature's bounties. For we have free will. We have the will to kill the best in us. And we exercise it.

We forget that beauty requires constant appreciation, constant nourishment, without which it becomes withered, and then it dies.

As it did. And the fairytale was over.

And then we sit, and we wonder about the beauty that disappeared. And yet, not once does it cross our minds that perhaps, we were the ones that got rid of it. Human beings tend to surround themselves with beautiful things. Furs, diamonds, jewels, palaces.

D id they not realize that the earth cried out every time a mine was torn into it? Did they not realize the Universe would one day, exact a payment from them? The time has come, then, to suffer.

Without love, life cannot exist. It becomes a phantom, a mockery, of the soul that once fed the beauty of the universe.

  1. And yet we laugh.

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