There may be a reason for everything. He is associated with jackfruit seedlings, mango shrubs, cashew fall, mountain winds and sky color: things that are not grandiose, impermanent but beautiful. He gave them meaning. We do not want him to die.
Maybe words will not be able to explain life as a whole. That language can not be fully represented is just a sentence, at every moment, a silent, silent, always waiting. Mimik events after event silent and do not want to go just like that.
Perhaps until now it has never occurred to me, any hide a desire will separate the virtuous. That reason, conscience, virtue and feeling ever worked. With all due respect will never be regretted, although space and time seemed to be in vain.
Maybe miss never die. Missed not to die. Every time a great longing is buried, she is called again, rubbed again, and changed, many times changed. Maybe he does not need to have a real face. There are touching, surprising and fascinating there.
Maybe life will die many times in intuition. That there is always a thrill in nostagia. There is always a thrill in the story of a struggle that is not up to, but worth it. A story that is hidden and impossible to tell, because he lost. Wasted, vanity in the winner, the champions.
Maybe, I do not expect you to be sorry. Maybe I just want to say to myself, someone can show that gratitude and patience can come in a quiet listening. Sweet little song to life. That there arise after nothing. So truly life is actually floating above nothing.
