A distinguished man walks upright to the sound of his breath and the beat of his own heart. Pushing forward beyond what others would call common sense, into another realm. A realm of his own sense, born from the depths of hell and the farthest reaches of heaven.
He moved into an apocalypse stance to bring his feet to burden the weight of the end of all things. He was told never to enter into this stance unless he knew for sure that he was ready to make the ending of things, begin. It was time however, the life of all those surrounding the fortress depended now more than ever on the end of all things and less on the fortifying of the walls that held this once great kingdom together.
It was a darkness that set the curse but light that would finish the job. No man, woman or child would survive and that was the point. To survive was to live in a perpetual hell built of the deepest darkest suffering anyone could ever know. A suffering that is born of righteous intent by the individual themselves. The only sanctuary was, is, the end.
To call forth upon Heaven and Hell in a brutal embrace to lead the people away from the disgrace of all our follies. Of all our failures. To throw in the towel and end the battle. To give up the fight that we began, because we know it is the only way to true salvation.
We the many lost do not come to this undertaking with joy or misery but with a nobility of duty to the honor of what it means to be human. To know that the ending of all things will be the beginning of something new. The beginning of a grand story of all of us. A story that will be undoubtedly told for more generations than we were even here. Because to give up what we have and what we are is to accept that the life we inhabit is not our own and was not taken by us but was given to us in the greatest gift ever bestowed upon the world.
We do not fall here at the feet of all creation in a losing posture but a humble embrace of all that was, is, and will be.
The Apocalypse stance was a subtle gesture by the king of all, an angel of divine grace for he was only a humble man that asked not to fight but did so because it was required. Left others more qualified to lead but did so because he was given the charge and gave up his own life when those around him were losing theirs.
The greatest of these was once considered the weakest, softest of these and now he would do what no one else could he would bring an end to the greatest battle of all time.
The souls of humanity danced with a charged excitement knowing the play was reaching its finality and they would soon be in the green room enjoying one another for the incredible performers they all had been.
To allow this challenging display to end in such grand fashion was the only way it could happen and as the tears of the forsaken and the saved fell upon the scorched earth, He reached his hands to the sky one last time.
All light was extinguished from the earth and with a single word the whole of existence went from being to non being.
“The softest things of the world
Override the hardest things of the world.
That which has no substance
Enters into that which has no openings
From this I know the benefits of unattached actions.
Teaching without words.
The benefits of actions without attachment
Are rarely matched in the world.”TTC 43 (Lin)