A Divine Comedy

Apart from the superficial taunts, what exactly instigated Elisha to summon the deathly bears, in the name of his Jehovah? It had to be the same sentiment that motivated Bhairava, esteemed 'Lord of Terror', to claim one of Brahma's many heads with one slash of his knife. How do we rationalise and vindicate such divine ferocity? Lo and behold, before our puny intellect can gain a grip on the matter, we flip a few pages of our scriptures and discover the supreme amelioration. King David bathing in the radiant rays of love from his maker, Arjuna seeking refuge beneath the benevolent wings of Krishna, an altogether unrecognisable shift in the dynamics of their relationship. What to make of this? Have the immutable flipped a coin and donned the jester's hat? Has constancy breathed her last? It is during such moments that I wish to forfeit my status as homo sapien , and chew happily at a bone instead. From what I surmise, the supposed unthinkable infinity of creation encompasses not merely the physical realm, but that of the emotional as well, as amply fleshed out by the vast contrasts we have just discussed. And the total breadth and depth of our emotional experience occupies a laughable fraction of this panoramic range, with the consequence that we gasp like fools when we encounter these seemingly irrational vacillations. In the eyes of the divine, humanity's love and hatred are but infinitesimal rungs of a lofty ladder, drops of dew in a cosmic ocean, a whiff of fragrance in a celestial feast. Why then do our hearts bleed, our eyes tear along with the puerile whims of our adorations and abhorrences? What a realization, how bitterly ironic, that today is the first day of April. Fool, say no more! Roll your dice and remain a whore.