Man- my hero

There is a certain finality about death.. Some thing that humbles you, makes you wonder who you were fooling all along..All this while, you thought man was the ultimate being, blessed with reason, reason gave you security, comfort, something to fall back on, Reason was god, possessing it - he could reach unthinkable heights. The world was his to conquer and enrich, land -his to mould, air- his to breathe & preserve, water- his to use & purify, brilliance- his to achieve.. too bad he was the only one who could understand the magnitude of it all!! You thought he was out there armed with a brain like none other, that could perform magic beyond the scope of this mundane world..
Glory be to man!

And then, it rings in your ear, the death bell.. the head bows, pride and reason are far away, science and logic are mere wisps of a fantasy long gone, no equations can bring to light the reasoning behind the final act.. When the body is humiliated,mocked at, the proud body-- once controlling the planet, learning about the universe, pushing horizons, paralleled to god, suddenly is just a machine that stopped working- a mere solid- stripped of its soul, naked without emotions, the ability to feel,think,reason...

You laugh at the ridiculousness of it all! And there you were, thinking all those glorious things, tomorrow, there you will be, lying on your back, incapable of anything you boasted of, even the trivial things you took for granted.. A frustration descends on you, your incapability to take things blindly questions from within, the need to reason it out tortures, the answer scares you, you d rather ignore it than go further, you rubbish it and walk tall again..
Dig deep down-- inside it all, you know though, you ARE reduced to a mere player in the big game..or.. not...?