This is not my life. I have a dream. I have a desire. I have something that life wants me to give the world.

Life is about the journey, about the splendor of living in the moment, about the happiness that ensues from the sheer joy of being alive.

This is how it has been since the beginning. Everything in the world of matter has its equal and opposite counterpart.

It would do you some good to appreciate the reality beyond what we can see and perceive. And just because you cannot perceive something, doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.

Women have the waxing and waning of the moon to guide them. Maiden. Mother. Crone. But men? They have no such dramatic transitions. No monthly bleed governed by the Moon. No menarche. No menopause. No dramatic bodily rites of passage.

To be born is to know suffering. To know pain. To know fear. To know deep yearning that can never be satisfied.

I am all alone in the world,” the Little Lights says. “All alone. In a cold, dark world where no one cares. Where there is no love, no light, no meaning. Where everything we cherish and love, we will one day lose.

It is ultimately free will that decides the fate of man. The choices may be predetermined, but the choice is not.

If the human experience is born of compassion” the Little Light says angrily, “why does the Great Light curse humanity to suffer in the most unspeakable ways? Why is there so much grief, pain, and tragedy in the world?” Ketu gives a sardonic smile. The questions are easy to answer, but difficult to fully comprehend. It is one thing to gain knowledge, and another to experience it and fully understand its true meaning.