14. "After Death"- Gopal

Humans understand the existences as sequences of starts and ends: A relationship, a meal, a trip, a day, or a person. Everything for them has a beginning and an end. There’s death all the days, ends. They find beauty on that. For example, they love to see the sunset, the twilight of day because they know tomorrow it's going to be another day.

They live on the sweet and melancholy certain that every twilight it's going to follow a new breaking dawn. That to each end follows a new beginning. 

Except death. 

Death sweep with their certainties, it's an end without a guaranty to restart. 

It's a pain without comfort without continuity. 

It's a trip to an unknown destination. 

They can't find beauty on the twilight, or in that uncertainty. They will give everything if someone gave them the certain that there's more after death. They love to say the world "Always" it gives them an illusion that infinity exists. Every wonder what’s after death, and not all, wonders what was before life. Before life, after death, there are mysteries that keep them awake. The answer is: Mystery, that's what it is. After, during, before life. The vital question, it's not what death is but what life is, which makes us defend and protect it with all our strength. What are those mystery forces that move us, which turns us in life that care life? What's that mystery of life? That makes us celebrate creating more life. Worrying about death's mystery a lot miss the mystery of life. And one day a group of cells reproduce and turns into a heart that starts to beat and it's going to make it day after day: That's mystery, that's life, and that's blessings. 

Matters before? Matters after? Life it's now, the present it's happening. It's that enigma that move us; it's to discover day after day the experience of being alive. 

Life, are those eyes where life is seen as the first time they saw. Death is part of life, ergo, part of the mystery. Because life it's crossed by the incognita. After, during and before everything it's a mystery, which we can only hug and celebrate.