Shall We Presume, Then?

The dictates of the thousand yearnings of the ten thousand years stood in front of the boy. He stood with a thousand peddles and a stroke of ten thousand strands of hair, but without aim for now. He became bullish in the needless adventure to become the beyond that shall and that could dictate another few yojanas in its inception. His study matured from an infant’s desire into a thought-provoking master of the tantras who could bring into life the birds in skies that shall seek nothing short of the land that shall seek nothing short of the becoming that seeks nothing short of time and itself. Over the rooftops, a bald eagle had heard the peddling of a thousand peddles and the rumblings of a thousand strands of hair, signalling that it was time to manifest his dreams that he saw as a child.

He returned to where his inception happened. At the malignant despots of the time that ruled its self. Beyond the rocks shined the golden crown that awarded the recipient with a heavy crown on its head. Beyond the rocks further down stood a scroll that when read could shake the world with how heavy the head becomes. And further beyond stood a secluded crow on whom shone a spotlight for its merry that it made during its time beyond the beyond.

The light that shone towards the crow also brightened towards the boy. He decided to start his journey. His pleasure doubled but he could only pass first till the crown till the light disappeared. He stood unwavering and wavered beyond the crown to the scroll but tactfully wavered beyond that too and circled around the crow. He hoped that his penance would give him spot beside it but his efforts remained in vain. The crow stood without remorse in its hunting of time as it became nothing other than itself.