A person is a reflection of their culture, of what they believe and how they live their lives. A bridge between the past and the future, between time and space and needs to try to keep them in harmony, less they become unbalanced. Not to be aware of the past and give it due consideration in the building of the future can distort the future. Neither is it wise to sacrifice your future because you choose to live in or as if you are in the past. One World One Human Race One Destiny (OWOHROD)
Monday, 23 April 2018
JUST A THOUGHT - ON SAYING GOOD BYE TO U.V. AND CONTEMPLATING OUR FINAL APPOINTMENT WITH FATE. PART 2.
Although the young man still lived in the body of the old man, to whom he had been transformed, the eyes of the latter had lost some of their sparkle. Still, both remained in contemplative mood or gaze.
But with the old man probably looking back or reflecting on a life having lived, more than he might have been looking forward, and to his ultimate demise.
Whereas the young man would most probably have been looking forward to the experiences he would have been aspiring towards. To a life to be lived. All of which were now the preserve of the old man.
The picture which was taken nearly 8 years before his death, and at a crucial time in the life of one of his sons.
Was of a man whose interest and value would be greatest to those on whom his then 70 plus year journey would have impacted on most. His family, friends, colleagues and social work.
However, there was one thing which was glaring obvious as a commonality between the two photographs.
One thing which linked and identified them as being photos of the same man, irrespective of how time had tried to erode such links.
It was the man's eyes and eye-lids, and how, despite the lapse of time spanning many decades, they and their gaze remain the same.
We can imagine that the eyes and intellect of this comely man, had been seeing and filtering his accumulation of experiences of the world, as he made his journey towards his appointment with fate.
An appointment which was now being celebrated in the Cremetoria, with his family, friends and others who were present.
The ceremony was not a long one, so nobody had any time to become bored or overindulged in the emotions of having lost a loved one.
And there was no doubt that this man's family loved him and felt a great loss at him having to keep the which all living souls must keep, with fate, now.
To be continued!
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