Graveyard for the soul

Have you ever thought of the possibility that there is a grave waiting for our soul as well?

Just imagine. A graveyard, full of graves. Right from Gandhi to Hitler to probably you and me. Lying spread across one mighty graveyard. Tombstones of various styles and sizes adorn our presence in this land of all and mighty, that is both figuratively and metaphorically.

But, but there is only one difference from the normal stereotype graveyard of ours. This a’int for the bodies of the dead but for that of the souls, souls which have travelled far and wide, lived many a lifetime, breathed many a life, sucked as many a juice of varied existence as there may be.

The entry to this club would be exclusive. The ones who tasted it all, been wherever they possibly could be, been every form possible to imagine and even those which are beyond our imagination.

The reason for its existence would be simplified too. This is what nirvana would mean, this would be the ultimate goal of our existence. Nirvana is nothing else but the freedom from the burden we all carry within us, isn’t it? And this is the place where we be finally free , free from what all we have carried within us, free from the baggage we would have carried as mules across many a lifetime, through many a life form.

It would be the place where all the souls that have been, that are and that would be would sizzle together. Each one of these souls would lend one another the mirror to watch and contemplate what live was, is and would be.

This is all hypothetical, yet if true this would be the cure to all our problems of today as well. How???

It’s a simple explanation. Take for example, whenever we travel, the anxiety we feel whenever we don’t know what the destination would be and if we know what it is, we don’t know where it is. This is same anxiety we feel all through the journey of our life, we either don’t know the destination or don’t know where it is. Now lets take the scenario when we exactly know were we are heading. There are no traces of any anxiety then. So similarly as soon as we know that the ultimate destination of ours is lying safely nested somewhere, in some corner of some graveyard, then we would no longer be bothered neither with the profound nor with the profane.

But this has just that one little drawback as well. As happens when we travel to a known destination, the curiousness of just knowing what if we take some other turn than told disappears, we would also be no longer curious to what would happen to us when the lights finally turn out.

But then a magic cure such as this could not be shunted out on the basis of this one little drawback. If we let our imagination just hop and skip, just a little, then we could possibly understand what this means. There would no longer be no terrorism, as the terrorists would know guns would make no difference to the outcome. After all, all that’s waiting for them is nothing else but the same grave as to all of us are entitled to. The politicians would no longer be the slimy bustards that they are all over the world, because they would simply know that their end would be the same as that of any one of us.  The oil merchants would cease to be the merchants of death that they are because they to would know what would they get in return for all the trades they make, sadly the same as everyone else.

Love would foster all around, for the lovers would know at last that they are supposed to lie in the same graveyard, for there is only one and the word separation no longer would have a meaning for them. Parents would no longer be anxious for their kids, for they would know the result of all the efforts, trials and tribulations of their very own. Men would no longer commit the sin of living in the constant fear of losing what they have; for once they lose it they might not have another. This would no linger matter as they would no longer be in doubt with what’s to come.

Each one would know where they belong; each one would know that fears have no value in life; each one would know that the ultimate end to life could be only one, for all to rest in peace.

Each one would that they are entitled to the same as everybody else.

But oh. This last sentence makes it all clear. Each one of us already knows that we come from the same source and would end in the same place and same way as well. Yet not one of us is comfortable with the fact the all of us are Entitled to the same. Goerge Orwell’s animal farm put it better than anything else, some pigs will always be more equal than others.

So even if the graveyard existed for sure, even if we knew that all we get is the same at the end of day, yet there shall all always be some pigs, who would think that the entitlement to the graveyard is nothing else but a title and there are ways to garner more of it, more than others, that theirs is better than others.

So we are back to same place the same old graveyard, the one that exists on this planet. Its where the rich have marble encrusted graves and the poor struggle to find a place, let alone a tombstone.

Guess this was a good try to explain a few things, yet it could not overcome the riddle called life, guess will have to visit a grave only to solve this one.