The sounds of sorrow, pain and horror;
sighs, moans, shrieks, and howls,
can be the sounds of joy, rapture and ecstasy.
Laughter can be an expression of happy surprise
or vicious derision
Light can be enlightenment
or the harsh glare of inquisition.
Fire can be a warming blaze
or the purging flames of apocalypse.
Darkness can mean deep restful sleep,
The absence of light,
or oblivion.
Good is not always kind,
Evil not always cruel.
Benevolent agents often have to resort to hard measures
To procure an outcome that is in the end very beneficial.
People who do very bad things in the world
can be quite charming and friendly at times.
For some who are living, horror and despair
Cannot be escaped without death.
No one knows what happens next,
And yet many people die
Because they believe so strongly
In the words and ideas of those
Who are certain.
But not because of curiosity,
Because they would sacrifice their life
To cleanse the world of other ideas.
“Sister, why do you still mourn?”
“Oh, but I am sure my brother is in heaven.”
Maybe, death is only sad for living.
We must all mourn the survivors,
gaze softly on the puzzles of life,
and embrace each other.
Myriad Ways 