What was he, he knew not. But what he knew was that, he had done that, which many could not, he chose his time. The fight (life) when did it began, he knew not. Was there a foe, was there an enemy, he knew not. The ego, the arrogance, the abdominal spirit, his sustainer, his strength, there were many names given, he cared not. The path he had chosen was his own, the undefined, the unchartered. He had reached, in his path, a state, where his love, his desire, his life, his longing, his strength, his very definition was synonym with God. God thats unattainable, undefined, unconquerable, unsurmountable but still the very essence of life. He had put his life to use for every soul that lived, and now at this juncture, as he stood, and he looked, weary and tired, but still with no respite, even when he choose his time, the solitude (peace) was unattainable. Was the fight (life) worth it? Was it all worth it .. was it all worth it .. was it was it?
