"Death," she said, "is inevitable."
"Why is it so difficult to face it then?" I scoffed, without meaning to.
"People avoid facing the truth because it is painful."
I mentally gasped at how she said a whole sentence without emphasising a single word or speaking way too fast for me to comprehend.
"We never really die, do we?" she asked rhetorically, probably.
"A few seconds ago you said death is inevitable," I continued, "Isn't it hard to digest that a person who was laughing with you yesterday has become lifeless now?"
I remembered how I once asked on seeing the body of a distant relative in a funeral, "Mum, is he a living thing or a non-living thing now?" Mum shushed me admonishingly.
Krishna half-smiled. "D'you think anythingggggg-or-any-person is PERMANENT in the universe?"
"WELL, I've read about the Law of Conservation Of Energy," I blurted out, regretting the unwanted emphasis I put on 'well'.
"Which states that energy-cannot-be-created-or-destroyed, but only CHANGED from ONE FORM into another or TRANSFERRED from ONE OBJECT to another. Good old definition, huh?" Krishna said like she was reading poetry.
I nodded.
"We never really die, is that what it means?" I asked.
"Ahaaaaaa! That's what I wanted to sayyyyyyy," She sang in triumph.
"We're alllllllllll fragments of the-same-reality---the-same-truth. You can say the MASSIVE BALL OF ENERGY which has no beginning, nor does it have an end."
"God." I murmured.
"BUTTTT, we-think-that-one-day-we'll practically see GOD, which in my view, is NOT REALLY POSSIBLE."
"So all the sages... all the monks are chasing something unattainable?" I asked, a little saddened by the fact that all their hardwork was in vain.
"Nooooooo~" she smiled, "In that process of SEVERE MEDITATION, they'll find out who they are, and will start-seeing-the-world-with-a DIFFERENT eye. A DIVINE eye, in the language-of-the-philosophers."
I saw her eyes light up as she said that, though I could not whole heartedly agree to what she had said.
Noticing my silence, she spoke, "God cannot be seen-or-explained, Amber. God can only be experienced."
"So WHO is-he basically?" I frantically asked her.
"An allegory," she smiled.
"Like Uncle Sam?" I paused, "America?"
"BUTTTT, is Uncle Sam the-actual-United-States-Of-America? Or the American peoples?" she raised an eyebrow. I didn't know she could do that.
"I don't like answering your rhetorical questions," was my plain reply.
"Hi-Hi-Hi— WELL they're not supposed to be answered, are they?" she laughed.
"Again, Krishna."
"Enough of the LARGE talk. I want mangoooeeees."
Mangoes. Mangoes had united us the way Bismarck had united Germany.
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Amber
Novela Juvenil"Your true reflection can heal you when you're caught up in your fears." Amber is a socially anxious young girl struggling to find meaning in life. The only friends she makes are a speaking tree and later, a mischievous girl who lives near the river...
