Brotherhood of Sorrow

You know what is the biggest problem in a man’s life? His knowledge (or lack of) where he stands in larger scheme of things! While a biologist will get off with a description of a creature so handsomely descended from a bunch of apes in wild savannah,  a learned  physicist will dismiss him just as a bunch of atoms, but frankly, what makes us? Perhaps those who could describe us best are ourselves…and our description of ourselves is not only non-elegant but also largely variable.

And then the large clock of this universe ticks so ominously in the background. Whatever came, passed away.  Even the rocks fade away through winds of time.

 

Some will see an inextinguishable sense of beauty in the thoughts, while others will drown in utter pessimism.  The fact is that we all together could not find a common expression for the inevitable truth of a mortal human. Death in animal kingdom is an everyday phenomenon. Life is consumed into other lives. There is no concept of soul or eyes to shed tears. Life was meant to perform at breakneck pace….a mechanism of universal order. No animal was interested in questioning the sense (or nonsense) behind it, why few survived and other not. Everything was hidden inside blueprints of evolution, a small map tucked inside deepest building blocks of  physical bodies.

 

Then a creature walked among them – standing tall, hanging his head high, using its fingers to hold, scanning the surface of tall African grasses, it was the time when earth stood on brink of a cosmic metamorphosis. Looking back, it would had been  something painfully slow – like a message bottle  floating across oceans. The change had begun. Yet humans found their irony in something animals learned to accept millennia back.

Tribes were formed to protect and care. Wounded were taken care of, dead were mourned, funerals were ritualized, villages were born. A single thought – “to be together” – guided us during times whose last marks have been dutifully eroded by time. Perhaps it was a time of true adventure, every mile had new challenges, horizons appeared closer as landscapes changed beyond every valley or slope.  This new feeling, was something around which humans have ever since weaved their concept of pure love and true brotherhood. And yet they could not conquer fate….when time came, it ate away the souls of their beloved.  Perhaps we are united because of a common grief…..we are, truly, the brotherhood of sorrow…