Curtain Drop

When the rug is pulled from under the feet, how do you take your fall? When the floor that once was so steady gives away to the wearing of time, what stops the fall even as the building crumbles around you? When earth and heaven is shaken, and the land masses themselves move, what soil is stable enough to hold a (wo)man on his firm feet, even as the highest principles of transformative destruction is at play?

In these times I think of that small gang of humans walking out of Africa. What changes were they adapting to? What beckoned them to move? And all their descendants - through the ages - all of those great men and women who embodied our DNA and imprinted it with their best shot at adapting to life as it squeezed them. The trials and tribulations, the rising and falling of empires, the coming and going of civilisations. The tides of prosperity and hardship they all had to live through, endure, survive or even buckle under, to leave us standing here at the cusp of history as carriers of all those lessons - the entire human genome incarnated at once. What does it mean - what can it mean - across the lines of ages- to play our part in this kind of story, as it unfolds this way?

There is only one person in the room - I - the star in the epic saga of perseverance. And as I am being shaken, something that was slumbering is awoken. What do we find as life’s sharpness chisels through the porous fossilised sediments of our neglected greatness - the culmination of billions inattentive to the scheme of things - to the ways of nature? What gems are revealed and exposed to light as the gravel of who we thought we were, and what we thought this all was falls to the ground around our innocent ankles? And what jewels do we make of that precious raw material as it by divine grace is being handed out so generously these days?

Curtain drops and as the velvet fabric tumbles towards the stage in a muffled thump we are revealed as standing naked on the stage. How does the monologue of transfiguration begin? What melody carries the song of valour? What movements will structure the dance of rebirth?

Play your part.

The one who has always been here is still watching, and will be, even as the light of the last star one day goes out and leaves only Truth behind.