One

What is the purpose of existence? The first few drizzles of thoughts come down. Slowly, methodically, with logic backing them; the very first one being Darwin's speculation! the mind goes on with a series reasons: we live to learn and to earn, to work, and to live happily.. slowly the clouds of curiosity start to pile up the entire space of my mind.
I begin to wonder, why am I not contented?!

I decide not to force the answers out. I sit on the swing and while watching the traffic rush by I slowly begin to ponder at leisure. The mind gets pensive and it dawns to a realization that this is only a layer of illusion which has settled down on my understanding, the way dust settles down on the furniture which is kept shut inside a room for a long long time.

Even before I know, there is a downpour.

"Once there lived a village of creatures along the bottom of a great crystal river. The current of the river swept silently all over them- young and old, rich and poor, good and evil, the current going it's own way, knowing it's own crystal self.

Each creature in it's own manner clung to the twigs and rocks of the river bottom, for clinging their way of life and resisting the current what each had learned from birth.

But one creature said at last, 'I'm tired of clinging. Though I cannot see with my eyes, I trust that the current knows where it is going. I shall let go and let it take me where it will. Clinging I shall die of boredom.

The other creatures laughed and said, 'Fool! Let go and the current you worship will throw you tumbled and smashed across the rocks and you will die quicker than boredom!

but the one heeded them not, and taking a breath did let go, and at once was tumbled and smashed by the current across the rocks.

Yet in time, as the creature refused to cling again, the current lifted him free from the bottom and he was bruised and hurt no more.

And the creatures downstream to whom he was a stranger cried, 'See a miracle! A creature like us, yet he flies! See the messiah, come to save us all!'

And the one carried in the current said, ' I am no more messiah than you. the river delights to lift us free. Our true work is this voyage, this adventure.' (ref., Illusions The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah, 1977, Pan Books)

Contentment looms over the horizon.