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One after another season came to perish in countless years. And in the eternal cycle of coming and going, there are few who know and even fewer who understand. Yes, of the spontaneous emergence of life in its inevitable demise.

So, where does the soul come from, to go where in its development? Oh, why the existence, where the self-consciousness can wrap her arms in love around another person? Oh, why the mind, to Divinely devise brilliant plans? So that mighty empires with flamboyant cities can arise from it. Just so peoples and nations can destroy and defeat each other in war.

Oh, why the happy laughter, only to perish in sorrowful tears? Oh, why the fresh spotless beauty of youth, only to perish in the wrinkles of age? Oh, why does each of us get his own precious name? Is it just so it can be carved on a tombstone?

We eat and we drink and soon we are done with. So we sow and we reap in the joy of labour, or is it only in toil and sorrow that we understand it? We let ourselves be taught and exhorted by different religions. While we passionately argue and reason about God’s real name.

We look up at the stars, the sun and the moon. Yes, in the eternal merry go round of our constellation in her fixed orbit. And for a brief moment, our spirit, body and soul, are part of the precious life that passes over our God-given earth.