The verdict is in, the jury are out, the judgement has been passed, the hammer banged! I am going to the gallow, the guillotine will come down, the stock, pullory, pranger are my portion! Capital punishment for the offense of foolishness and immaturity melted out by an undiscering crowd. The price we pay for ignorance, unconsciousness, unawareness, fear, hesitancy is great indeed. When we are fed wrong, we grow wrong, we espouse a culture and tradition that can be detrimental to our well being. Yet we are not to beat ourself up, nonetheless the gallow is still where we must go.
The anxiety, the apprehension, the fear, the thoughts surrounding when the knife lands will keep any mortal awake at night. It sends the most gregarious into a quiet and sober place, a place of deep reflection as he contemplates the fatal event. Quick and sharp, the pain can not be uttered or described, too ghastly to comprehend as blood, guts and every imaginable bits within was severed and laid wasted. It was the end, the blood flowed, Jesus Christ had been crucified, the red sea parted, each half stood seperated from each other. Each half looked unpromising, as dead as dead can be. Capital punishment for capital assets. And so it seem like the end of each part, her part! Life had been sucked out, crucifixion was complete, seperation had won!
But had it? Was it over, was the decapitation the end of the narrative? Did it end at crucifixion? No! There was a resurrection, the part regroup, the dead seed in the soil came alive, the cut tree rebranched, the chopped plant blossomed and flowered again. And just like the flatworm, the planarian, the axolotl, the starfish, the stumps regenerated, it grew back all its parts, every single one of them, it fleshed out, grew and extended its tentacles, the part is no longer a part and it has become a whole. That which was removed has been restored fresher, brighter and better. The years that the locust, the cankerworms have destroyed have all been restored. The later end is better than the former and yet we arise!
Fear not those that can harm the assets!
Beautiful Ivory 