HECTOR KNEW TROY WILL FALL,WHILE ACHILLES KNEW DEATH WAS FORETOLD
YET BOTH WARRIORS STEPPED INTO BATTLE JUST AS FEARLESS AND BOLD
THERE WAS NO ESCAPE,YET THEIR COURAGE ONLY GREW
TRUE HEROES THEY WERE, AND WE SHALL BE TOO
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White clouds filled the sky, and the blue sky spanned tens of thousands of miles.
The shepherd boy has aged into an old man.He will hear those childish lullabies on the mountain once again.
"I lay in sleep, in sleep;"
"From a deep dream I come to light."
"The world is deep,"
"And deeper than ever day thought it might."
The old man knew that beyond the blue skies, he'd see a starry sky he had never seen before. He remembered that a lion once said in his dream: "Ye look aloft when ye long for exaltation; and I look downward because l am exalted."
The old man's world had long died in happiness. Its agony ran deep. Or rather, the beauty of that world lay in its happiness, which was created with its agony.
And the young man who did not enter the Samsara walked past the old man.
The old man lay down and saw a hawk in the sky. Like the young man, this type of creature did not enter the Samsara, and would never let anyone see its wounds.
After all, it always flew high.
A breeze blew over the grass and a pine cone rolled next to the old man. It was from the nearby spruce, which needed to grow for thousands of years before it could become a roosting spot for the hawk.
But as trees, they did not mind their wounds. Perhaps, this was what they shared in common with the old man.
The dews of love and hate, the sands of good and evil. When everything has turned into memories, there will still be people and trees that crave for the sunlight of a new day.
And new hawks will soar in places bluer than the blue skies.
The old man knew that there would always be people who questioned everything at the foot of the mountain...
"Everything among them talketh; no one knoweth any longer how to understand. Everything falleth into the water; nothing falleth any longer into deep wells."
"Everything among them talketh, nothing succeedeth any longer and accomplisheth itself. Everything cackleth, but who will still sit quietly on the nest and hatch eggs?"
"Everything among them talketh, everything is out-talked.And that which yesterday was still too hard for time itself and its tooth, hangeth to-day,outchamped and outchewed, from the mouths of the men of to-day."
"Everything among them talketh, everything is betrayed.And what was once called the secret and secrecy of profound souls, belongeth to-day to the street-trumpeters and other butterflies."
But, it is in a world like this...
That Icarus and his sun exist.