Bag of Bones !
Over 100 billion humans have walked the Earth, over the past 200,000 years. Close to 7 billion walk this very second. Thousands are born, and hundreds dead, by the time I write this sentence. All of these folks(including me and you) are mortals. We die, for sure. "Hold it, there buddy !" said my brain. "All are mortals? Who told you that?". It is questioning me in a threatening tone, to find answers.
It has been a very long standing belief and it seems to be a fact that, the first living organism, that found a home in Earth is the single-celled amoeba. Over billions of years, it has evolved into over 2 million species. Humans, one of them. A multi-cellular organism, that has carved its marks into the pages of history of Earth. When I was in lower classes, i used to imagine a collection of large number of amoeba. I was wrong. With age, my understanding of Humans grew.
A collection of million cells. Bonding of tissues. Bundled muscles. Interconnection of nerves. A cup of blood(you can call it your own Holy Grail). And A bag of bones? Well, is that it? Are we a bag of bones, waiting to feed ourselves to termites. Some cup of dried blood?
"Not Really. It has to be something more", said my mind. But it did not have an idea, why it thought so. Well, a beautiful mind i guess. What could be more in this Human phenomenon. Love? Even ants love, says study. Laugh? My mind laughs at me. What could be it man? Where to look for clues? Ah! there is one long standing subject, History !
While I open my eyes, to stare into history, to find "more about Humans", I found something intriguing. I came face to face with immortality. Some make it happen. It is not about being an alchemist, nor about drinking the immortality drink. It is all about doing, what others cant or let me say, what others don't.
You do not know your great grand father(your ancestor), but you draw family trees of Jesus. You do not remember the mason, who built your house, but you d talk for hours about Khufu, who built pyramids. Your memory fails to recollect your class teacher in grade one, but you remember the author of "As you like it", probably she taught it.
Why all these recollections? Memory is limited, you may not want to waste it,remembering unimportant things. The fact is you remember names which are not associated with your life directly, over names that are. Immortality? Yes. They did not sip any magic drink, they did not read a verse from the Golden book. They did things, others did not. They became immortals.
Thinking of immortality, you stand a chance and you have a choice. Either to be remembered or to be forgotten. Mortality or Immortality. Decide yourself.
But choose wisely. You may not want a eighth grade kid, scolding you, after 1000 years you were gone, simply because, he had to mug up your so-called achievements, so that he can pass his exam.
It has been a very long standing belief and it seems to be a fact that, the first living organism, that found a home in Earth is the single-celled amoeba. Over billions of years, it has evolved into over 2 million species. Humans, one of them. A multi-cellular organism, that has carved its marks into the pages of history of Earth. When I was in lower classes, i used to imagine a collection of large number of amoeba. I was wrong. With age, my understanding of Humans grew.
A collection of million cells. Bonding of tissues. Bundled muscles. Interconnection of nerves. A cup of blood(you can call it your own Holy Grail). And A bag of bones? Well, is that it? Are we a bag of bones, waiting to feed ourselves to termites. Some cup of dried blood?
"Not Really. It has to be something more", said my mind. But it did not have an idea, why it thought so. Well, a beautiful mind i guess. What could be more in this Human phenomenon. Love? Even ants love, says study. Laugh? My mind laughs at me. What could be it man? Where to look for clues? Ah! there is one long standing subject, History !
While I open my eyes, to stare into history, to find "more about Humans", I found something intriguing. I came face to face with immortality. Some make it happen. It is not about being an alchemist, nor about drinking the immortality drink. It is all about doing, what others cant or let me say, what others don't.
You do not know your great grand father(your ancestor), but you draw family trees of Jesus. You do not remember the mason, who built your house, but you d talk for hours about Khufu, who built pyramids. Your memory fails to recollect your class teacher in grade one, but you remember the author of "As you like it", probably she taught it.
Why all these recollections? Memory is limited, you may not want to waste it,remembering unimportant things. The fact is you remember names which are not associated with your life directly, over names that are. Immortality? Yes. They did not sip any magic drink, they did not read a verse from the Golden book. They did things, others did not. They became immortals.
Thinking of immortality, you stand a chance and you have a choice. Either to be remembered or to be forgotten. Mortality or Immortality. Decide yourself.
But choose wisely. You may not want a eighth grade kid, scolding you, after 1000 years you were gone, simply because, he had to mug up your so-called achievements, so that he can pass his exam.
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