Beginning from the End…
The earth was becoming extinct. The end was near. Resources were depleting fast. Nature was no longer an ally. Its fury had gulped most of the fertile land, covering it with water, ice and sand. It was a total white out! But the perseverance of man, made his kind survive.
Years rolled by and people adapted. Goodwill was dead. It happened gradually and no one noticed. Generations over generations; people grew up to become selfish, mean and self -centered. Man was transformed into a uni-dimensional being and feelings became redundant. This normalization was carried out by the primal survival instinct. Evolution was turning a full circle.
It was the age of downfall and the devil of death ruled the world. People trusted no one but self. With limited resources the earth would soon be extinct, was a fear instilled from birth. ‘Darkness would prevail’- the prophecies had declared long back. The only means to survive was to kill thy neighbor.
Things were bleak, before the wheel of change turned. Kwashiorkor escaped death by whiskers. Fishes symbolized life for people and hence they never hunted them. But, Kwashiorkor needed fish for his survival. For every fish he killed, he would breed two in his vessel. People were aghast. They waited for the devil to punish him, but he survived his fate.
People started fearing him. Some looked upon him with reverence. ‘Buddha’ was the title given to him to suit his small stature, protruding belly, sparse hair and a serene toothless grin. By the time Buddha grew up to be an adolescent, he already had a cult following his norms.
He taught his people to give into the world whatever you take from it twice in form; and never take something you can’t give back. An ecological balance was created. But Buddha was in search of the elusive horizon. Legends described it as the most beautiful sight in the world.
People said it was merely an optical illusion which did not exist. Buddha was not convinced; hence he took to the road, in search of his horizon, spreading his teachings on the way....till he himself became a myth to be retold from one generation to another.
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