Chapter Thirty Two: The Big Switch

Nobody knew all the secrets that the universe hides under its wings, taking to account the conscious resolve of humanity directed towards a different way, so that no efforts to possibly see beyond the vagueness shall persist that ultimately connect to the sacred duty of time as it relates to life. It is both venomous and healing at the same time. Truly, the paradox of this mystery is a never-ending puzzle to be solved indefinitely.

The passage of time primarily becomes poisonous, visibly evident with the human body succumbing to the many manifestation of physiological limitations as it ages in a compulsory manner. But time can also be a healer as someone passes through the different stages of emotional recovery. As the skin wrinkles as a sign of aging, and so are the scars that mightily accumulate around the repeatedly abused broken heart.

Evidence of these silent occurences are usually deep, and the depth of its existence are hidden in such a way that no one can simply see through the lens of life without resorting to anything suspicious or something more trivial. It hides behind a veil, and sometimes it is as mischievous as the most grotesque ways of inner manipulation. Not all secrets are good for the soul, apparently.

And so the soul searches endlessly, widely, to that place where refuge can be found, away from this cruel world and the whimsicaĺ demeanors of those who take life's manifested purpose for granted. The superficial fabric that resembles those things longed by the soul (albeit an existential imitation) becomes attractive to someone gullible in a very convincing way, but only to be revealed later on that happiness can be found somewhere else, and that the poor soul ending up to regret every effort that has been carelessly done in pursuit of that conviction.

With its many rooms, paths, and hallways, time governs everything that exists in the universe. It is a curious mechanism that affects every life form, and all states of matter in that regard. Change occurs with time. As the universe expands unceasingly, the reality of existence also changes in the same rhythm. Knowledge becomes positively enriching, reality yields wisdom, technology improves by the passage time, and the history of man is proudly written. Life is organized like a library, with many shelves and sections, and there can be no big switch that could even disprove this speculative reasoning to save the face of those pessimists who only see life as a means of a definite tragedy. 

Although tragedy or not, experiences are proof that reality exists. The way poets and writers agree on the same tragic nature of love, for example, attests to the crucial role of its necessity, and this collective agreement amplifies the emotion to be dealt with by the words that could appeal to the inherent search of the person for his being. This is the most effective medium to expose the secrets of the universe, but nobody can be bothered to listen to the message hidden behind the printed words.

It can be argued, with supposition, that by the creation of life, then life naturally assumes the role of a predestined purpose, for someone's search for his utility immediately affects his environment and the way he perceives reality, as directly linked to something divinely revealed in which he needed to emulate. 

Man as a social being is also hindered by the same desire to follow the laws of the supernatural because he thinks that he must obey what society demands in order to fit in the crowd. As a created being, and so is obedience. Just as man cannot live for himself, then he must face the cruelty of those who are battling demons with their own conflict. Sometimes, we are only the casualty of the radiating hatred of someone's fiery chaos inside, fueled by the same desire that urges the release of the pressure of that anger.

Truly, everything is a mystery and it is alive. Creation is linked with each other, and the weakest link must be identified in the soonest possible time.

Premises considered, Christmas is probably the most neglected secret of the universe that attests to man's inability to recognize the obvious. The mystery is right under our noses, but common sense is not very common in these days.

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