Saturday, 1 September 2012

Death in the Clouds

I look at the sky and his words come back to me . My brother, 20, told my sister ,6, what he regarded as a very interesting fact. Clouds are made of water . Yes, floating precariously above is tonnes of water that, could crush us in an instant if need be .

I am amazed that we are alive. We are prone death in more ways that we know or could even fathom. The earth is splitting apart , the skies sending down rainfall till it reaches the throats of the people, the wind rupturing trees and sending them flying through your living room . Not ours you say because we have locked the front door, our naivety has reached new bounds...

Think for just a moment of all the animals you know of. elephants , giraffes, lions, tigers , zebras, buffaloes each and everyone has the capacity to kill us . But zoos you say , zoos have fences. Yes but what about insects,venomous spiders and parasites that think your body is the prime location to set up camp. Not to mention the enemy within , your own body whats the warranty on that, one unrepairable leak or blockage , one forceful collision and thats it your gone. Even your mind could be against you , start getting the wrong ideas festering and your cause of death could actually be you.

So here we are disinfecting worktops, washing hands, eating small powdery parcels of good health and happy lives, so franticly. We are panicked lambs searching for cures to every disease and yet so conveniently we ignore death. Brushing it discretely under the carpet because we know, we all know that one day we will die. If you looked at the world around you, truly looked you would see that even the floor you walk on is waiting. Nature, animals, insects, people are all on freeze frame, waiting for the signal. The signal that says  "end" and your gone.

Somehow this reflection was lost on my sister who decided the fact wasn't interesting in the least bit. 'Tis a shame we think about the inevitable after we have lived our lives, after everything has been said and done and we sit mumbling on our death beds not knowing the answers to questions we should have asked our souls so long ago.

Every soul will taste of death. And ye will be paid on the Day of Resurrection only that which ye have fairly earned. Whoso is removed from the Fire and is made to enter paradise, he indeed is triumphant. The life of this world is but comfort of illusion.
Verse 185

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