The Debate Part 3: Accept the Inevitable

Vulture: You, parents, lack mental strength when it comes to your child. You must realize that you are listening to a dim-witted and cunning Jackal. You are so blinded by your love for your child that you refuse to see the truth and accept the reality. What a pity! I've been here for a millennium, yet I've never witnessed a deceased creature come back to life. Death is irreversible. Life can not be restored by any means. Death is a permanent cessation

of consciousness. It is inevitable for every living thing in this universe. No one can escape from this reality.

It is a sad reality that some individuals pass away in the womb, some shortly after birth, some while still in infancy, some during their youth, and others in their old age. The destinies of all living beings, whether animals or birds, are unpredictable. The lifespan of all creatures, whether moving or stationary, is predetermined. Men depart from this place every day, their hearts heavy with grief for their families, leaving behind their spouses and loved ones and filled with sorrow for their children. Departing from this place, thousands of both friends and enemies, relatives who are deeply affected by sorrow and distress, make their way back to their respective homes.

The body before us has now lost all traces of its former warmth and has become as rigid as a piece of wood. This affection of yours holds no significance, and the act of caressing the child seems futile. The child is unable to perceive with its eyes or comprehend with its ears your great parental love. Waste no more energy on it. My words seem to be cruel to listen to but, in reality, are reasonable. My words advocate the great religion of emancipation. Leave your child's body here and go back to your home."

In the stillness of twilight, beneath this fad light,

Whispers of life linger, preparing for the last rite.

Each breath a soft echo, each heartbeat a thread,

Interwoven with moments, all leading to the end.

The river of time flows, relentless and true,

Carving out our stories, old and new.

Yet in the shadows, where fears often dwell,

Lies the beauty of living and the peace in farewell.

With a pull of gravity, everything falls to the ground,

Like a sound at its loudest point, then silence profound.

For death is but a doorway, not something to dread,

A passage to the unknown, where all hearts are fed.

Embrace the inevitability, as life must change,

In the cradle of endings, new beginnings arrange.

For in letting go lightly, we find strength to soar,

If not, the end stays forever, forever explored.

So gather your moments, let the reason be fair,

accept the ending, for permanence is nowhere.

For every soul's journey will find its own way,

In the dance with mortality, we learn how to play.

Upon receiving guidance from the wise and knowledgeable vulture, who possessed the ability to provide insight and stimulate understanding, the parents are prepared to depart.

Their sorrow is now twofold as they look at the object and recall the actions of that object. The parents decide to leave the place and turn their backs toward the path leading to their home.

End of part 3

Part 4 is coming soon.