You Can Neither Run nor Shun --The Appointment

Through hylic experiences of our five sensory perception, some things are as clear as day, while others seem to be way beyond the unplumbed depths of comprehension. One such example that causes thorny grapple with intellect is: our mortality. In an effort to outrun our earthly demise we shoehorn our delusional feet of reasoning into the fastest running shoes of delirium that we can find -- and we impulsively and breathlessly run with tiny quick steps till we arrive to the place that we'd never left.

Outside God, or outside the virtual center, the laws of duality is inseparable. Every beginning has an end and vice-versa. Every end is in need of a beginning for its own existence. Ironically, death is in as much need of life, as life is of death for its own "survival" so to speak. Thus, stop running and start living. After all, everybody, on their birth dates, punctually do arrive complete at the departing gates of their journey. You came in with everything you need to take with you and remember you are the one you've anxiously been looking for. So, relax and start having fun during the course. Hence, don't diminish life by looking for it elsewhere. Let each moment of your life be carried upon the wings of your angels. Here is a gripping story of an inescapable reality, called "Rendezvous in Samara."

A man who worked as the servant to a wealthy merchant. He had gone into town to shop for the day when suddenly he felt someone brush heavily against his shoulder. Somewhat offended, he turned toward the person who had jostled him, and found himself staring into a pair of eyes that spoke of death to him. Panicking, he dropped everything and ran home. His master saw him running breathlessly toward the house and met him on the front steps.

"What on earth is the matter?" asked the master.

"Oh, sir! Someone in the marketplace rudely brushed me, and when I turned to face him, he looked like the Angel of Death to me. He too had a look of shock on his face. It was almost as if he wanted to grab me but then backed away. I am afraid, sir. I don't want to go back to the market."

"Saddle one of our horses and ride all day till you reach the distant village of Samara," the master said. "Stay there till you get word from me that is safe for you to return."

The servant rode off, and the master made his way to the market to find the person who had so frightened his servant. As he wound his way through the crowded streets, he suddenly came face to face with the strange looking individual.

"Who are you?" the merchant said. "Are you the one who just scared my servant?"

"Yes, indeed."

"Why did you frighten him?"

"Well, I was truly surprised to see him here. I am the Angel of Death, and I chose to spend the day here before heading to my stop for tonight. You see, it was not so much that I surprised him, as that he surprised me. I did not expect to see him here because I have an appointment with him in Samara tonight."