That night I came across a strange event. Not that one strange event doesn't lead to another, but finally, I got a warning. He said.
It was a prem, a trolley, a kindergarten experience as old as the centuries of human emotional struggle with a simple fact - all good things must die, eventually, and universally. It's factually unforgivable. And one comes across an unforgivable fact of all good that is, out there, then, and only then, the universe sends a warning sign. The universe is like a tiger, watch out! Red light. Alert. Alarm.
There's nothing good in forgiving for all the good and if attempted there will be pain. That said the pain has embodied itself in some of the strongest musculatures that has ever followed me and screamed after me: did you just took a photo of my car!?
No, he replied. I think I did not but you can check, see, openly. It's everything evident. It's clear. The source of fear. It's power. And the muscle. It moves with might and is insurmountable. But I did not regret. A gift you have sent. From heaven. From hell. From wherever it is coming from, it's good. The force of terror. The terror of the good. The good in people. And the race. Of the invisible encounters.
Except for one all photos are unedited. Thank you. Let no good ever happen.