Abyss

My eyes are closed and I am seeing it, I can even feel it. The green tall grass, the shrubs, the trees swaying in the wind, I can feel that wind in my hair, on my face, it is so good. I can see a pond there; it looks beautiful amidst all the green. I am leaning onto a rock, the rock under the blazing sun isn’t burning hot, I wonder why? This is a new feeling, a pleasant one though, to be a tiny speck in a vast land of green. There is nothing blocking my vision of the sky, there is nothing intruding the sound of wind and birds. The woods look rich with the wildlife hidden in there. Everything looks so perfect, so pure. I don’t want to open my eyes but I have to, I don’t want to let go of this beautiful vision but I have to, because that beautiful place isn’t where I am anymore. I am in the man’s land again, the land that was given birth by murdering its own mother, nature. I see the shadow of a broken and bleeding family here, the mother nature married to the dangerous species called human being to have a baby that is monstrous enough to kill its own mother and eventually and inevitably its father too who for now is blissfully ignorant of that awaiting ill fate. I look up from there and I could see that mountain there, where everything was pure and perfect, standing tall and gay, but I could sense the slow movement of the monstrous baby beneath me, nurtured by its ignorant and arrogant father, crawling up towards that beauty, all armed to consume it, to take away the faint heart beat of its weak and dying mother. A dark cloud was hovering over me, plunging me into darkness, the cloud had moving figures in them, white and smoky, and they were featuring a story, a play rather. I saw them act before me and I began to enjoy it.

In the play, the shadowy figures, the beautiful mother, the cruel father and the monstrous baby, enact their story in silence. They spin and turn, they split and shatter. The play ends and the last scene has the baby growing by consuming the dying mother, there is a red glow around the non consumed parts of the dying mother, the father is huge in number, the entire species of human beings sum up that one father and this father has a lot of characters, a lot of cruelty, a lot of anger, a lot of ignorance, a lot of beliefs, a lot of helplessness, a little love, a little purity, a little intelligence and a little joy. All those little characters are white and glowing but they are so small and easily suppressed but one can see a faint glowing line linking all those little ones, and the big black ones going listless and hollow. I felt myself being absorbed into that cloud, I was being pulled into the hollowed black figure but I resisted and I lost the ground beneath my feet and fell into an abyss. I was falling, the fall was forever, and I wasn’t hitting the ground. My eyes were burning, I had to close them, I hadn’t yet hit the ground, but I had to close my burning eyes.

I closed my eyes, I wasn’t falling anymore. I could feel and see things the way it was. I was back in the normal world with normal people and normal stories. All of us had our eyes closed and happy and not falling.

All of us know that the fall hasn’t stopped; we have just closed our eyes and shut off the unwelcome things. The monstrous baby will soon perish with the ignorant father; the mother will be born again.

Humanity is falling and one day it will hit the ground and die. We are falling into the arms of death. We can save ourselves, if together we can open our eyes to things and look out for something to cling on and save our lives from the waiting arms of death. Let us open our eyes together before it is too late, before the arms of death sweep us away. Let us treat the mother right.