From the oblivion, the transcript of existence appears in its most complete form and he at the very first sight understood the depth of creation. He is calm and knowing now the purpose of his existence. He is composed; knows now, that no one can belittle him; no one can traumatize him with unjust accusation of irrelevance. He is thinking that how come he is given a raw deal from the quarters of expectation and he realizes that it was bound to happen. No reason or any answers are required from smoldering destruction; he pulls out his soul smeared with scars. Tears in its own time always help him to wash his soul. He lost all the reason to question or seeks clarification; he is just not what he was. He wanted to be, what he wanted to be and from the scathing events, he pulls himself out. He refuses to endure anymore piercing accusation. He is calm and he is at peace.
In his creation, he is reinventing and while doing so; he has the blessings of this beautiful world, he is not alone.