Look at us. The infection has spread all over. Now even the children are vulnerable. It was bound to happen. It happens everywhere. There must be some way elder. There is a way, we must embrace what befall on us. It is not a disease. The moss will wipe us out. It will make us brittle. Don’t you realize?
I realize what you don’t. We are ugly, grey and rough. God bestowed you with beauty. You are not immortal. Sooner or later you will die. And die shall you to become the part of the great fire of earth.
Living things die quickly, they do not know what happens to them. We are lucky. We get to know about ourselves while we disintegrate and what lies inside us. Death enlighten us.
So this means that we have very little time left. Don’t look at time, look the view, how beautiful we look. Yes, now I see. If we have to die, at least we will die beautiful. What do you think lies inside us? I know, THE FIRE.