Since the age evolution struck, man has been my fondest
child, and I, his ever devoted mother. I’ve rejoiced in his success, grieved in
his pain, bled in his greed and was plundered by his every reign. For I have seen
him unfold his secrets like the seasons reveal their shades – slowly, silently,
evidently. Has it been easy? I dare not be blinded by love and agree! But has
it even been easy for anyone? I think not. A mother’s heart is forever
delusional, I think.
Amidst death one finds life, and amidst disparity is
hope. Deceived by the charms of fate, destiny and eventuality he went beyond
bounds till the time animals were now perceived to be more human than man
himself. Coaxing and aspiring to become undisputed, filling spaces of emotions
with superficial pride, hideous acts in the name of faith – man
himself would never step back from deponing that this world is purely anthropogenic –
such is the blindness of his humility. May the spirits bless his naiveté’s.
