He puts up barbed fences, demarcates LOCs, divides hearts in water-tight compartments of caste, creed, religion, region, language, colour of the skin and so on and so forth. He takes pride in his power of precision measured by the exactness of the throw, range and magnitude of devastation brought about by his own creation - deadly missiles. He keeps his neighbours on toe by threats of nuclear superiority. He preaches the others what he never practices himself.
As an ode to the aftermath, he sits in insulated auditoria and has endless debates and discussions on how to counter the ill consequences of his misdemeanour - global warming and carcinogenic emissions. The mad man down the lane shakes his head in amused amazement and mumbles “Wrath of God, this is” under his breath. People laugh at him. I discern glimpses of ageless wisdom in his muffled mutterings.
Man has failed and failed miserably! He has vitiated God’s plan of Eternity and as poetic justice to his misdeeds he shall pay the price one day by his own extinction.
Till then he waits with bated breath for the final blow of the hammer to strike on the sill. The tilting of the balance in the hand of the blindfolded lady in his disfavour! The finite possibility of an infinite end!