I once had a pet pinecone. It might sound absurd but it’s true. I met him in my wanderings outside our music room in school. He called to me the loudest among the many other pinecones that lay on the ground. Mr Pine was his name. He was my closest companion through most of the trying days I had, and he held all my secrets on his citrus scented wooden body. There is an aliveness to nature that we cannot yet seem to comprehend. Maybe it’s madness, but I miss Mr Pine sometimes.
You see, this reality was crafted by humans like me and you, who stipulated the things that could be or not be based on their own perceptions. The sky is blue, but is it really? Or is it blue only within the confines of our perceptions. There are a multitude of hues beyond what we currently comprehend. All this to say, that this life is only what we make it to be. There are no rigid rules. There are no stipulations or prison bars other than the ones we choose to place on ourselves. The mind is the agent of creation. A means to download the essence of our soul into this reality.
Mr Pine sat in my desk for months. I spoke to him only when I opened it. That was his world. His reality. His experience was confined to the body his soul chose to reside in. This life is a treacherous endeavour. We come here for our souls to be forged. A choice among infinite choices. Every moment is an opportunity to feel alive. It is an opportunity to fall so deeply in love that you are consumed. It is an opportunity to feel the thrill of existence buzzing away through this physical vessel.
And so, everything that begins must end. A time among many times. An opening to a new aspect of existence. My dears, there is no life without death. Death is only the beginning of a state other than the previous one. It is transcendent. Death of the self, death of perception. The shedding of this Lifes’ mirage to open up newer, more profound horizons. We must all bow to something, if not our very own souls, then the soul of the origins, the beginning of all beginnings and the end of all that is, that marks the start of all that will be. We must take this whole life in and embrace all its’ intricacies. Then again…. must we really?